As I sit here waiting...

Because I come from New York and don't trust people with my stuff, I sit in the laundry room and wait to switch the loads.

It's also more realistic today, considering that a thousand people are waiting to do their laundry since a ton of machines are broken and everybody waited to do it at the last minute.

I don't want my clothes to be sitting in a heap somewhere getting all dirty when I just washed them...

Anyway, creepers need to stop. I can't handle it anymore. Honestly? I've been 18 for less than a month, and they're already making actual moves now.

This can't happen. I legit need a body guard or something.

Any offers? I can pay in paintings and food!

11:56 pm

Creepers really need to stop. It's gotten worse and I feel exceptionally violated. I don't understand why anyone would think it's okay to write a letter like that to someone who was half their age (and a MINOR) when they met, and apparently feeling that way the entire time... UGH.

Sad Day

So, the Greg Purnell Daily (which was a fantastic blog) is no longer.

I'm extremely upset about this because I'm trying really hard to find things to keep my from doing my homework, but I no longer have the daily updates of awkward Greg pictures to keep me entertained.

I don't know what to do with myself. Homework....? Yeah, right.

I probably should get started on the thousand pages of reading I have to do... like marknovick.blogspot.com's reading. But who really cares about that class? PSH.

Umm.... What?

I meant to blog about something yesterday.

Pretty sure it had something to do with Mike Demers still not being Mel Gibson and David O Smith.... doing something.

There was some inappropriate weenis touching on his part towards Krystal: not okay.

Also: Avoiding homework. Still. Hence, the awkward post. I should get around to it evenutally....

People I Hate

I hate some people.

I actually hate them.

Elementary school and middle school ruined my life due to many of my classmates, resulting in self-esteem issues (among other detrimental problems occurring from my damaged psyche).

Yet, for some reason, these people decide that it's a good idea to friend me on facebook, and ask me about how my life is like we're best friends. THAT IS NOT OKAY. I'm really not exaggerating at all to say that my lower schooling days were torture for me.

Anyway, somehow, throughout all of that, I have no guts in me to tell them to their faces that I don't want to talk to them because I hate their guts with my very core for what they put me through. No, what I do instead is be polite, and ask them how their lives in college our going.

Fun Fact: All of them go to shitty colleges. All of them. They're all at half ass colleges that pretend they're amazing when they're really just barely decent. Meanwhile, the friends that I have kept (which is a total of two people) and myself have gone to great colleges and are attempting to do something important with our lives.

These bitches can die. They deserve the shittiest karma.

Apologies for the rant, but it was a terrible time of my life. Absolutely horrible. And I can't handle the shittiness of it.

P.S. UNACCEPTABLE.

I'M LEGAL!!!!

IT'S MY 18TH BIRTHDAY!!!! WUDDUP???

I should probably be asleep right now, but I'm too busy trying to keep up with all of the facebook messages that I've been getting, because apparently I know a lot of people. Anyway, many festivities are planned for today. If I remember, I shall try to write it all down.

The hypothetical list of things to be done goes as follows:

Lunch @ Alice's Tea Cup

Hair

Pinkberry

Nose Piercing

Johnny Rockets

Ice Skating

Cigarettes

Porn

Registering to vote for something

.....Stuff?? Who knows... it's New York. Something else may just pop up out of nowhere.

I think there's also an attempt to go dancing on Saturday. We'll see.....

Jan. 10 8:29

Lunch was epic: I arrived late and then left early. Because I'm that cool; except really because Greg won the lottery for Hair. SO GOOD!! Food and tea were delicious, in case you all were wondering.

Greg failed at Pinkberry, but everyone else got it right. Good job!

Ice skating did not happen, nor did Johnny Rockets BUT I did get my nose pierced and we did end up in a porn shop on St. Marks, where Angie and friends decided it would be great to surprise me with a candy garter. I have the greatest friends :)

OH and Charlie from the Green Emporium gave me a free cigar and lighter to go with my lottery ticket and pack of cigarettes! Charlie's awsome slash married to Ms. Matejick, PPAS's chem teacher! They're so cute!

Did not vote for anything, did not order anything off of an infomercial, and did not got dancing.

But overall it was an absolutely fantastic birthday party!! Yay!

So... Now I'm 18. Meaning I'm legal. Which is super awesome! However, it also means that it's no longer illegal for creepy old men to hit on me. Which is absolutely not okay, so I may just pretend that I'm still 15 or something haha.