Melissa

Ok, apparently it's been a wicked long time.

So, um. Hi everyone!

Life has been pretty good to me lately. Jut getting over being massively sick w/the flu and an ear infection. That was fun.

I should probably check up on this more often. But I should be heading to bed. it's really late. I just got back from Rocky. It was amusing. Micah "yelled" at me for "no sex in the theater." But it wasn't sex! I was being scratched on my back. And I was trying my hardest to keep quiet. Apparently I failed. Epic-ly.

Ok...spraining one's ankle is not fun. In fact, it kinda sucks. I also lack roommates at the moment. gah...This is really gonna suck for a while. Royally suck.

*squee*






....that is all

I just found out one of my exes knocked up his current girlfriend. And they're getting married. And her name is Melissa.

I can see him being a dad cus he's like a big kid himself. But still, last time I knew, he wasn't all too sober. That concerns me. If you're going to be a parent, that's cool, just be sober.

It just took me by surprise cus he doesn't seem like the type that would have a kid at this age. He told me when we first started dating that he didn't see himself living past 23 until he met me. I also forced him to clean up his act before we even started dating. He was doing E like every day and he was also drinking heavily, but I wouldn't date him until he cleaned up. After we broke up, he turned into a man whore and was going back to his old ways. I saw him a few times over the next few years, and he had gone back to drinking and partying. So, I don't know where he is at this point and I sure as hell hope he cleaned up his act.

Of the print server dying.

Joy.

Day number 2, in a row.

And Mike F isn't here to fix. :-(


So, no printing on the OIT side in the Learning Commons


Oh, it's gonna be a fun fun fun day!!!!!!!!!!!

Tom says I'm dirty old man-bait.

: 1 cup sugar 1 1/2 cup flour, 1/2 tsp salt,1/2 cup cocoa, 1 tsp baking soda, 1 tblsp vinegar, 1/3 cup oil 1 tsp vanilla, 1 cup cold water. double all the ingredients for the regular amount that you get in a box.

Mix with a spoon. Do not use an egg beater. If you do, prepare to eat an incredibly tough but yummy cake.

Bake at 350 for 30 or so minutes (for a 13x9, adjust accordingly for different sizes)

Grease and flour pan.


And then frost with this: http://www.cooks.com/rec/view/0,1918,153191-241196,00.html.

Sooo good!


The cake recipe comes from my grandmother. It's been passed down through the generations and is pretty damn tasty. And trust me, you do not need any dairy products for this cake.

I think I'm gaining a fascination for the 30+ crowd.....

My limit is still 22 years older than me.


It's funny....I grew up in a house where my mom was 19 years younger than my dad. I would never want to be in a relationship like theirs. But then again, I think the problem lies more so in my dad than the age gap itself.

Add on top of that the fact that as a child I would get hit on by much older men. By much older, I mean 30s-ish and by child,I mean a middle schooler. That really creeped me out. And most of the time it happened around my mother. I kinda feel bad for her now having to see men that were close to her age checking out her middle school aged daughter. I know I didn't look like I was in middle school, and most middle schoolers didn't have the tits I had. In 7th grade, I was a 36/38c and in 8th, 38d. Most middle schoolers barely push a b cup, and there I was very much endowed. So, I really can't blame them. I didn't look like I was 13 years old, nor did I really act it. But still, knowing how old I was and recognizing that older men were checking me out...kinda creepy. Sometimes I didn't know they were doing it, but my mother saw it and was kinda pissed by it.

It's prolly why I find older men far creepier than older women. That, and men are just creepier overall.

hrm....

Yay for a deeply personal post!

Y'know how every family has their own little quirks? Well, the women in my family like to get pregnant at young ages. My mother held the record of 21 years and 6.5 months. At that point in her life, she was pregnant with me.

All throughout my life, I've been different from my family. I always got good marks in school, I pretty much excelled at whatever I did. My parents had no idea where this came from.

I kind felt like I was breaking the family cycle and hopefully move past that kind of lifestyle. I'm quite aware that I'm on my way away from my family and forming my own lifestyle. I see that I'm quite different from them. For one, I'm the first one in my family to go to a 4-year University (my mother went to a 2 year community college and that was it). So obviously, my life is indeed quite different.

However, there was always something that has been looming over my head ever since I became sexually active: getting pregnant.

I became sexually active when I was 18 years old. It was Christmas Eve, and my boyfriend of two months and I decided that we would try (again) to have sex. We were both virgins and hadn't been with too many people (I had only been with one other person). I was already on the pill for cramps, so there was one form of birth control. He also used a condom. I would not let him get near me with out a condom on. I still won't let a penis get anywhere near my vagina unless it's covered (even if I'm on birth control). I'm too paranoid about it. A few months after we lost our virginities, the condom broke and I had missed a few days of the pill cus I'm a dumbass and can't remember to take a small lil pill every day. There was a very small chance that I might have gotten preggers, but I took the morning after pill anyways, just in case.

From age 19.5, I have had no reason to worry about getting pregnant for a very unfortunate reason. Geoff would not penetrate me with his penis. For 2 fucking years. He got me off in other ways, but still. It's different.

So, here I am. 21.5 years old. No baby. Not tied down. I have only myself that I have to take care of (well, and Smokey). I'm getting my bachelor's. I'm living in an apartment away from my parents. My circumstances are soo different from everyone else's in my family and it makes me so happy. I feel like I want to scream it from the top of my lungs.

But this is not to say that I have no respect for young mothers. In fact, it is the opposite. I have so much respect. I have seen what the female members in my family have gone through. That is NOT something I could do. I could not handle having that kind of responsibility in my life. But yet, they do handle. Better than I could. I applaud young mothers for having to grow up quickly. Yes, I know, I definitely do not act my age and that i'm "mature." But there is no way I'm mature enough to handle caring for another person. You are able to do something I cannot do, and I'm always amazed at women who can go through this.




So, that's my story. Deeply personal, I know. But it's a part of who I am. Nothing is going to change it. It's a part of me.


(hehe...I almost put down accomplished as my mood...)

Ok, a lil back story.

As a child, I watch wrestling with my mom. Alot. It was a way that she and I bonded over it. I know...odd. But that's just the way I grew up.

Geoff and I would occasionally watch it together and bond over that. Yes, I do like to watch it every now in then. I find it amusing. And well, I do like looking at muscular men. I like seeing how the muscles move.

And today while I was going thru BBC news like I usually do at work, I came across this: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4643449.stm. And then I went HOLY CRAP! This wrestler was actually pretty good at what he did, but I never thought he would be involved with something like this. Then again, you never really know someone...but still...shocked the hell out of me.

Just really fucked up...

Let's get the bad ones out of the way first:

1.) My grandfather died on Father's Day. I spent all of last week in Norton. Tons o' fun. I'm still slightly emotionally unstable.

2.) Women's shoes suck.

3.) Besides the death of my granfather, I'm doing alright. I'm still in a general good mood, and especially now because...

4.) I got into a class I wanted to get into!!! A class I wanted that was full suddenly opened up, so I swooped in like a vulture and took the class. As one of my former classmates Jesse stated: I'm having a semester of Darwin. So, my schedule looks more like this now:

History 200: New Approaches to History: The Scopes Trial MW 11:15-12:05, disc Friday at 9:05
Latin 110: Elementary Latin MWF 12:20-1:10.
Anthro 397Z: Evolutionary Medicine (yay Lynette!)MWF: 1:25-2:15
Anthro 416: Primate Evolution TuTh 11:15-12:20 (Laurie!)
Anthro 316: Primate Behavior TuTh 2:30-3:45 (Laurie x2!)


So, overall I'm excited about it. Hopefull I'll go back to the ridiculously happy phase I was like for the past month minus the week when I was in Norton.

I picked up knitting.

I believe this is me jumping on the bandwagon. ah well..

It's giving me something to do and soething to work on besides going nuts in the house.

Maybe I'm switching to a 6 week cycle.

My period is late...AGAIN. I'm gonna give it a few more days, when it gets to the 2.5 weeks mark. So, Thursday/Friday, if not here then I'm talkin' with a doctor.

So, finally in Yellow House 2.

Still in living room (upstairs), but that's ok. I don't mind it.

Crap is still everywhere. But it will eventually have a home.

I can finally rest for a lil bit.

I'm officially single.

My finals week is finally over.

I am: physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted.

Insane amounts of love go to H, and especially to Amy who was awesome and came over and helped out like whoa. Especially Amy who helped me attack that awful oven.

And to Gwen who lent me a shoulder to cry on.

And to my ho for letting me know (in her own very special way) for that she woulda been there for me provided that she didn't live 2 hours away when gas is so expensive and she is so poor.

And to Sam, but that's more of a Congratulations!!!!!

Thank you guys, today was definitely rough.

If anyone is near Sunderland tonight, can you please stop by apartment 20 in Squire Village to help me clean the apartment since the roommates left without really cleaning much.


It'd be greatly appreciated!!

Schedule if any of you guys out there care:

Monday and Wednesday:
11:15-12:05 New Approaches to Hist: Scopes Trial
12:20-1:10 Elementary Latin
1:25-2:15 Evolutionary Medicine (yes, with Lynette!)

Tuesday and Thursday:
11:15-12:30 Primate Evolution (with Laurie)
2:30-3:45 Astro 101, the Solar System. (If I can, I want to swap this with Primate Behavior, and it will also be with Laurie)

Friday:
9:05-9:55 New Approaches to Hist: Scopes trial discussion
12:20-1:10 Elementary Latin
1:25-2:15 Evolutionary Medicine


Should be interesting, especially if I can get into Primate behavior

Every time I go to write "Musical Neanderthals" I always say "Musical Cannibals"


I told this to a friend, all he could imagine was "Hannibal: The Musical!"

Oh I think I'm officially cracked by now

Hey all,


This upcoming Saturday I'll be moving into Yellow house 2 in Squire. I will need help. Lots of it probably. I have a mini fridge I've been using as a side table/storage a bit, and it's wicked heavy and i lack a dolly. So, I'll need help from big strong manly men. Or just really strong men. Or hell, really strong women too. Oh, fuck it, just really strong. I may try to get help from some of the burly guys that I work with.

It's not that far of a walk from my current apt to yellow house, just thru the lawn.

Any kind of help would be amazing!

I'll prolly need help late morning/early afternoon. If no one can do Saturday, Sunday will work too. I just have to be out by noon on the 28th.

I'll provide pizza and stuff from Frontier!

Thanks guys!

It's our last friday together...


what are we doing


absolutely fucking nothing