Melissa Sue

i don't want to go back to school. i don't want to do my internship. i don't want to be a big girl. i like sleeping until one. i like being a big blob with willie. i don't want responsibility. i don't want to sleep in a room all by myself. i don't want to be stressed about time management and homework. i don't want to miss will. i'm not good with change.

i love frosted flakes. i hate being home.

i always feel like a new year means weird things. like, i'm a year older. will and i have been together for a year. i should be a junior. i'm a craz-o.

2007 was a pretty fab year, though. second semester freshmen year was probably the best time ever. i miss all the assholes who graduated. i miss lacrosse. i miss sarah. the summer of '07 was pretty dandy too. i happen to like william, a lot.

2008 has some pretty big shoes to fill, i think. although, i'm really not looking forward to next semester. i called sarah the day after christmas and she still hasn't called me back. i guess i'll just call again.


happy new year, suckas.

well finals are done, i'm home home home. i don't really know how anything went. i just feel grumpy and lazy right now. i was absolutely dreading coming home. i like being able to do whatever i want (like drive to long island) and not worrying about the fact that will's dad doesn't like me, and that i'm actually spending lots of money, and that i'll have to work to get that money back. i really don't want to think about the fact that sarah won't be back to wells next semester or that it'll be a lot harder for will and i to see each other because we're both taking on so much. i also don't want to buy christmas presents. i don't want to sit in my cold little room alone, over-thinking about things i really don't need to think about in the first place. i like having homework. i like writing papers. i like having sarah as a roommate. and i like driving to long island. i was really content with everything just the way it was. boo.

anyway, i should probably go do some christmas shopping. i should probably decide whether i want to work at flo's or boces. and i would like to eat breakfast. my life is hard. bah, i'm such a whiner.

/*
will is trying to teach me to write code. it's only fun if you use obscene variables like i have. weee! he scored me a 108 'cause i lost 2 points for whining, but got back a bonus 10 for doing something more than what i was originally asked! (he's really lame).
*/
#include
using namespace std;

int main () {
int tit;
int pecker = 5;
cout <<"how many eyes does a human typically have?";
cin >> tit;
if (tit != 2)
{
cout << "WRONG repeat after me "<<pecker<<" times, loser-face!\n"; for(int j=1; j<pecker+1; j++) { cout <<j<<":\ta human does not have "<<tit<<" eyes. a human has 2 eyes!\n"; } } else { cout << "good job, melissa sue!\n"; } return 0; }

i've become obsessed with my other livejournal. writing shitty poems amuses me, and is a good way to waste time. but it's okay, i have some spare time, anyway. i only have to take my math final, and my english final (which is take home), and write one more 5 page paper (for ernie olson). so, i'm really unstressed and just waiting for someone to tell me i can go home for j-term.

my shits all in for my intership with dean lundquist. that'll be interesting, to say the least.

i also tried out for the vagina monologues. i'll find out about that on friday.

our activism project yesterday went absolutely amazing. it really restored my faith in the "community" at wells college. i wish we could have done it with some of the people from last year though. i think you guys (who had to graduate...assholes) would have really liked it. it was really thought-provoking, fun, and most importantly- meaningful. i'll post some pictures later when i'm not as lazy.





abba corbly smells like poo. and i <3 her.

amy,

dean l. wants to send me to san francisco for this: http://www.sc.edu/fye/index.html
i haven't filled out the application yet, though. i'm a lazy bum hole. when will i see you again, love muffin?

love,
m. sue
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everyone:
check out rachel jacobs. she's pretty and AMAZING.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r40RZ9DxSiY

everyone should also read this:
http://www.cracked.com/article_14990_what-monkeysphere.html

sooo, i created a new livejournal because i wanted to have a place to put my poems. i'm embarrassing and such. but here's the link, anyway. feel free to read it and make fun of me and all that.

http://shedoesnotexist.livejournal.com/

it goes from great to terrible so quickly. the holidays always suck. i wish i wasn't such a loser. if it wasn't my mom's birthday tomorrow, i would love to just put some clothes in my car and drive away from everything here. although, i'm not sure there's anything for me anywhere anymore.

my brother's hair is long and he's goofy looking. and, he doesn't seem to have gotten any smarter. he's not sure he'll beat my first semester grade (which was atrocious) because of his german class. and now he's talking about being a spanish teacher.

my family laughed at me during dinner because i used too many big words when i spoke. i felt awkward. but, my dad giggled at me a lot, especially when my brother was complaining about not having a car and talking about taking my mom's van. i said i'd drop out of school to drive her to work if tim had her van. they all looked at me and i said, "and it's a shame because you've always known that i was the child that held the most promise." my dad thought that was hysterical, for some reason.

also, my mom complained about how skinny i am (i didn't know i was really that skinny) and made me promise i was eating well. it's a lot different from last year when she was calling me fat on my birthday and i was crying at lacrosse practice in amy's arms.

and my parents left to gamble.

and my brother left to probably get baked or drunk.

and i'm doing homework and waiting for will.

so, this is being a grown up?




***in other news, how hard is it to dual major at wells?***

q) when's the last time i did something that made someone proud of me? or made me proud of myself?

a) throwing up pistachio's is kinda cool... but maybe not prideworthy.

new favorites:
-will foran
-rosa
-crocs
-reddit.com
-john keats
-wrc library
-my haircut
-chickpeas
-the movie "death at a funeral"
-sweatpants
-rainbow twizzlers

old favorites:
-amy truax
-not changing my underwear
-teddy bear
-sarah jo
-broccolli
-cuddling
-michael jackson
-bea farns
-talking smack

new developments:
-internship with dean l. j-term
-internship with dean l. spring semester
-i'll be completed with my major requirements next semester except for fem theory, my thesis, and one other course for ws (can't be in ws or his)
-i'm happy
-anarchy

what i want for x-mas:
-will foran
-to go to a rosa show
-clothes i can wear to look professional
-more sweatpants
-a crab leg dinner with my mommy
-an external hard drive

for your viewing pleasure:

they were actually much more fun to make and we didn't wear them for very long. but everytime we tried to show people what they were and that they connected, will made a boop-boop-boop sound as if we really were the tetris game. i think this was the best costume i've ever participated in. it was definitely with the best person. :)

p.s.- in better news my nana sent me a halloween card! and a dollar for a chocolate bar. she's a saint!

i only use this thing to bitch but here i am again. i'm just bored and uncultured and collecting slimy green mold. i basically failed my english mid-term, and i'm NOT pumped about that, that's for sure. my brother completely disregarded the birthday present i spent 4 hours on and was incredibly proud of. and i feel like i'm always cold. i was happier this weekend when i was crying in the canastota fire department's parking lot than i am now. i become increasingly more melancholy as the distance between my headlights and will's grows greater. i'm a mess and a pathetic sap. but if this is what "being grown up" is supposed to be then i'm over it. why doesn't anyone ever just do what they want? let's just watch woody allen movies and pet each other until the world ends.

option one: rot next semester, sad and alone.
option two: maybe not option one, but pretty close.

ah, shoot.

bea farns broke my heart yesterday. :(

i think i have a pimple on the inside of my right nostril.

i cut nearly 6 inches off my hair. i got a bob now, apparently.

is it j-term yet?

do you loooove never having hot water?
does terrible internet service grease your wheels?
are you and your friends all homophobes?

COME TO WELLS COLLEGE, THEN! WE'RE THE SCHOOL FOR YOU!

this weekend was exactly what it needed to be. everything feels absolutely good right now.