one big beautiful orgy

so tonight was... ta-da! FULL MOON ON THE QUAD! For all you non-stanford-types, this is Stanford's ritual orgy. The tradition is that frosh have to kiss seniors in order to become "official stanford students..." yeah,. right. The whole damn thing was invented so the senior guys could get some play from freshmen girls. But basically, it's all these people wandering around looking for some play. I don't remember how many guys I made out with... a whole damn lot. But I had a freaking blast. (:

I had a "no one i know" rule, which means that I didnt' make out with anyone I'll recognize in the morning, which is a good policy. I also had a bodyguard (good old joe, i use him too much) so I didn't get raped... (: But I saw tons of people I know, like Skye from my pro-fro weekend, who had on a 2005 shirt. I just laughed, because I know he's class of 04. Hehehe. So many sketchy freaking guys there... it was beautiful.

I don't know how many of what class I ended up kissing... but I believe the total nears 20. I know at least one was a junior and one was a frosh, but what the hell. he didn't live in branner. (: dormcest is bad.

So I had one corona, a jim and coke which i made myself, probably about one shot, a shot of vodka, and a second jim and coke, which joe made, which was a bit stronger than the other. I felt sufficiently drunk at the beginnning and then started to sober up... I need some vitamin b12, or i'm going to be so fucking hung over in the morning... it's not even funny. and i have a 10 AM japanese class... dammit! (:

Anyway, this drunken blog is sufficiently less entertaining than its predecessor, so I will end it here. I hope everyone had the time of their fucking lives at full moon... I know I did. Well, maybe not the time of my life, but damn close. Or maybe not close, but still a damn good time. (: Peace out, and may you have no hangover.

blog more, dammit

why don't you? if you require your daily dose of entertainment perhaps you should learn to blog for yourself, dammit. i dont' see you out there sweating your ass off trying to come up with material that will entertain the masses! i don't see you slaving over the keyboard to make the deadline for your blog... so maybe you should just get over yourself and stop your bitching. yes, i mean you.

(:

and goddammit, how do i know what you're thinking if you dont' even leave any fucking comments??

no hangover

today i feel pretty damn good. i took a vitamin b12 before bed last night, which is supposed to prevent hangovers. and i feel good.
last night we went to toyon and to theta delt... got trashed, hung out with trashed people. wore my pleather. it was exciting.
I've been having fun with morpheus. yay for free shit. it's so nice. (:

I've got a bit of a headache, but thats to be expected, due to the amount of drinking i did last night. But who the hell cares; i had fun. (:

activities

the activities fair was this afternoon in white plaza. good shit. i signed myself up for tons of mailing lists, which'll be exciting. pro-choice, pro-peace... i was a fucking hippie this afternoon. it was great. i also had class today, japanese and calculus. both were pretty fun. well, calculus was boring and i fell asleep, but japanese was fun. i have to work on my hiragana this weekend... and do calc homework... and read shit for ihum. and party my ass off. there's a party at theta delta chi tonight, and one at toyon, but that's mostly gonna be sophomores, and then i'm sure there'll be something going on here at branner, because we're branner. so i'm gonna be party hopping.
Just put some smirnoff ice in an ice tray in the freezer... see if it makes smirnoff ice cubes. how bad ass would that be? Too bad you can't freeze straight vodka and put itin drinks... that'd be awesome. (:
But yes... study, then drink. Study, then drink. But why is this Ice open on my desk??

My apologies for the previous post. Now, upon regaining sobreity, i see that it was not funny but just plain retarded. I'm really sorry.
I'm going to go get Jamba Juice with Joe now.

drunkenness

so i've been told that blogging drunk is fun. so perhaps it is, i see. I like it. i like blogging, i like being drunk, so why not combine the two? (: Whee. So I went out to Enchanted Broccoli Forest tonight and got drunk with some sophomores I barely know. But it's cool because they're really cool people.
So, as evidence of the drunkenness that is inside me, I present an excerpt from a conversation I am having right now:
aresdeimos (1:24:53 AM): too many sexy damn men here
aresdeimos (1:24:59 AM): so many boys, so little time
eric (1:25:07 AM): luip!
aresdeimos (1:25:10 AM): lol
eric (1:25:16 AM): kat will truly earn the title sketchy...
aresdeimos (1:25:17 AM): i got accused of being a sexual predator today
eric (1:25:20 AM): hahah
eric (1:25:23 AM): by who?
aresdeimos (1:25:24 AM): i'm working on it, i'm working on it
aresdeimos (1:25:28 AM): jia, who else?
eric (1:25:36 AM): yeah, good point
eric (1:25:45 AM): that's ok, he's just jealous too
aresdeimos (1:25:47 AM): jamie was mocking me
aresdeimos (1:25:51 AM): yeah
aresdeimos (1:26:00 AM): everyone's jealous... 'cause i'm so damn sexy
eric (1:26:07 AM): yes, exactly
eric (1:26:29 AM): wait, so what was jamie mocking you abot?
eric (1:26:37 AM): damn...i can't type
aresdeimos (1:26:58 AM): being a sexual predator
eric (1:27:07 AM): ah
aresdeimos (1:27:07 AM): when was she mocking?
eric (1:27:22 AM): i dunno....aresdeimos (1:26:02 AM): jamie was mocking me
aresdeimos (1:27:40 AM): fuck
aresdeimos (1:27:42 AM): dammit
aresdeimos (1:27:47 AM): i am drunk!!!!!
eric (1:27:54 AM): rofl
aresdeimos (1:28:00 AM): fuck fuck fuck
eric (1:28:32 AM): oh well, it had to happen sometime

yeah. so i suppose i've gota bit in me. Jia, this post is for you, because you say that blogging drunk is fun. And I wholly concur.
And for the record, Mike is a sexy bitch. Yeah.

So today classes start.

Yikes.
My schedule today, Wednesday:
11:00 Japanese language, culture, and communication
1:15 Calculus 42
2:15 Yoga

Shouldn't be too stressful, especially because i'm taking 14 units (maybe 15, i hear i can get units for being in the LSJUMB.... get credit for being a drunken idiot! woohoo!)

I think I'll survive. Fortunately IHum doesn't start today, but tomorrow, so I'm okay.
I'm a college student.

dude

i'm finally here. I am at stanford university. i am having the time of my fucking life. it is so sweet here.... i love it. i've already met a ton of people that I know from online... Huey, Jia (which i learned is pronounced "Ja" like Ja Rule) Becky, Michelle (mishmosh), Michelle (shellybean), Amy, ummm... fuck. I know i've met more people... dammit. oh well. (: Anyway... I've almost met everyone I've talked to at all online, except eric, who sucks because he's a sophomore and doesnt' get in until tonight. must suck to be him.

At the football game last night a bunch of branner guys painted "STANFORD" on their chests, and a bunch of chicks in sports bras painted "BRANNER" on their stomachs, and when they turned around they had "WE KICK FUCKING ASS" painted on their backs. It was sweet. and we showed ASU that we do indeed kick fucking ass. It was so awesome. (:

Anyway. So sorry I haven't blogged in so long... it's been a hectic weekend. Orientation kicked ass. Is kicking ass - it's not over. There haven't been any parties yet but i bet they'll kick ass too. I'm going to have the time of my life here... I'm so happy to finally be here.

yikes

i leave in the morning... what the hell am i doing? going to college? aaaah. i sure don't feel like i'm old enough to do that... write papers... take exams... read a whole hell of a lot for class... do calculus... get drunk... whine about IHum... meet guys...
yikes.
it's finally happening to me. it's wednesday evening. in 12 hours I will be aboard an airplane bound for San Francisco. Day after tomorrow I'm going to be at orientation... unpacking my shit... meeting roommates... playing stupid name games.
and on wednesday i start classes. homework. i don't remember what homework feels like, because i haven't done it for so long.
and i'm either going to die and go to heaven or die and go to hell. i hope that it's the first. the land of beer and boys. and i set out for that new journey, new chapter in my life, tomorrow morning. and i can't wait for it to get here and i wish i had another month. and i can't believe it's finally coming. i'm finally going. Stanford University, prepare yourselves, because I'm about to come kick some major ass on campus.
(either that or be a clueless frosh lemming for the first three weeks. god, i hope not.)

fucking assholes

piss me off. i was at wendy's getting lunch and i saw a truck with "NUKEM" shoe polished across the back. I physically had to restrain myself in order to keep from extending both my middle fingers and shouting "FUCK YOU RACIST BASTARD!" at him. Well, the fact that I was with my parents probably helped that... but I was physically so angry that I felt the adrenaline rush over me. I don't think I've ever been that physically pissed off. I don't understand how people can be so stupid as to think that nukes are the answer here.

and so then when I got home I got an IM from my friend at USMMA (a military academy) which is good because I know he's alive (USMMA is on long island) but he's pissed off and looking to kill some "rag heads." I had to block him to keep from calling him bad bad things (well, i did call him a fucker or something to that effect).

him: unfortunantly, I won't be able to get some rag heads for atleast a year
me: fuck you
me: don't be a racist bastard
him: I have been to the mound of ruble
him: it changes you
me: changes you enough to hate an entire race of people
him: no
me: ok
me: go kick the shit out of the taliban
him: just the nation that supports them
me: but try not to hurt the women and children
him: war isn't pleasnt
me: no
him: its not like a video game
me: but they didn't do anything
him: people get killed, including women, children, and GI's
me: yeah
him: Its not like I would want it to happen
him: but shit happens
me: i know
me: sorry
him: if its me or some rag head.....
me: i'm a bit on edge because i saw a redneck with "nukem" on their truck
me: in shoe polish
me: and i flipped out
him: go him!
::i blocked him for a minute::
me: dude that's not cool
him: sorry about that, I'm still very pissed off

RRGH.
oh well. i always knew he was a conservative bastard... and he has been right there and seen everything, so i suppose it's expected for him to be on edge. I just get so angry when people get racist...

on another note, I read an article from the LA times about exactly what i was concerned about the amercan flag coming to mean. i'm comforted to see that others share my worry.

me

now i get to be selfish and write about me. i got my reading glasses today... they're great. i can see so much better, so much more easily. (:
and I just got bitten by a stupid mosquito. hate those things.

"enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute, enough about you, let's talk about life for awhile."
- alanis morissette

there has got to be an antidote to seventh grade. does anyone know what it is?

tick tock tick tock

time doesn't seem to pass today. i have so much to do but i don't want to. and i want more than anything for friday to come. friday, september 21, 2001... my life will change... if i don't keep living wednesday over and over. i get the feeling that it's going to be like that bill murray movie, groundhog day... keep waking up in the same day, over and over, and that friday will never come. i'm going to sit on my lazy ass at home for the rest of my life... never go to college... never. life never feels like it's going to change, the day before it does... the morning of the 11th i was whining about shampoo in my eyes. shampoo is such a trivial thing.
okay, now i'm just rambling. forgive me.

packing, packing, packing, all I do is pack.

this whole leaving for college thing just doesn't feel quite real right now. i'm throwing all my shit into bags and boxes, but still it hasn't sunk in yet. i mean, i'm about to head halfway across the country to a state i've visited exactly four times, to a campus that is among the most beautiful in the collegiate world, not to mention the fact that people raise their eyebrows when i say the name of my school of choice. dude. trust me, people at stanford may be smart, but i sure as hell feel stupid by comparison. all these people have written novels, done original research, become dot-com ceo's, cured cancer, saved the whales, and fed children in tibet. by comparison it feels sometimes that i've been sitting on my thumb.
i wonder, if i had realized what the month before i left for college would be like, if i would have reconsidered applying there. ::thinks:: nah.
it'll be worth the wait, i'm sure... it had better be.

So right now i'm sitting here praying (well, perhaps not literally praying, because i don't do that sort of thing) that they don't reinstitute the draft. why, you ask? i'm female... why should i worry about the draft? well, it's because a while back, when all my friends were getting their draft cards and stuff, i promised that i'd enlist if any of them got drafted. and now that looks a little more likely than it did 2 weeks ago... and i say shit, dude, i don't wanna die!!! and i don't wanna shoot innocent afghanis. (thanks to david for the correct word...) there's a better way than "kill 'em all, kill 'em all" and i doubt our president can see that far. i'm afraid, i really am.

dude, i totally had something blogworthy, but i completely forgot. i hate when that happens.

hopefully it will come to me.

nothing exciting to say

today was fairly boring. i packed. i went shopping, but bought nothing but socks and underwear. i sat on my ass in front of the computer.

i added a page to my website containing some of my better rants, erm, i mean essays, from the blog... that was kind of fun. i'm going to have to do some dinking with the links on the left side, i'm not liking them right now.... needs something. i'll mess with it... dink with the table etc. groovy.

in other news... i'm bored.

i pissed off some conservatives

They quoted me without permission, but I'm not going to do the same to them, because I have standards.

Anyway, I'm quoted on wetwirednews.com, and here is my response:

Did I ever say that we should kill the parents? No. Did I say that the parents were not fundamentalists? No. But I did say that the children are being influenced highly by their parents who are in turn influenced by the government. What I called for is not an elimination of fundamentalist muslims, but a change in foreign policy to change their minds about us.

The bastards. And people wonder why conservatives piss me off.

So, this morning I was watching tv and I learned that the tragedy on Tuesday is my fault. According to asshole Falwell, the blame lies with "the pagans, the gays, and the feminists." I think that, at least under his definitions, I fall under at least two of those categories... since I'm not Christian I must be pagan. not that there's anything wrong with paganism. but... I can't believe that in a time of national tragedy and crisis that someone would be so stupid as to point fingers at anyone other than terrorists. I'm sorry. I thought that even feminists were allowed to have freedom and peace of mind and safety in this nation. So, I propose we tear Jerry Falwell limb from limb, and let the dogs have at him. Or something equally painful. That man has never done anything but piss me off. asshole.

sorry for the recent departures from my normal writing style. this comment by falwell has angered me so much that i thought it needed to be shared. and the shameless plug for comments... i'm bad. :P

Dude, people, please please please leave comments. I like comments. I like feedback. Being fed back is good. Even if it's leftovers. even if i don't know who you are, feed me back. even if you're sketchy, feed me back. hell, even if you're eric, it's okay to post feedback. I might do some sort of reward for the person with the most quality comments... no telling what the reward will be.... (:
sorry. talkign to my audience is bad. i'll stop now, and resume the detached point of view of a good blogger. i love you all. (:

I just learned that the Whitman College (mascot: Missionaries) cheer is:
"Missionaries, Missionaries, we're on top!!

LMAO!!!