Currently Listening Ding Dong Song By Gunther & the Sunshine Girls Ding Dong Song see related

Ahhh it has been such a long day.

I started off by kicking my alarm clock off with my massive man feet, then taking a deep swig of whiskey to get the senses going again.  A quick jab in the ribs woke dear Andy up from that night of passion last night.  Wow, what an amazing time!

After a much needed rub down in the shower I was ready for a day of class, but only after more lovin' from my man friend.  Bobby joined in.  The neighbors complained from all the noise, but it was totally worth it.  Finally I left the sleepyheads and went to class for some ::ahem:: extra credit.

On the way I met up with my hoes to get the week's moneys and choked a bitch for not giving up the goods enough for my liking.  That bitch is going to be dead in a back alley next week if things don't change, I swear.  This is a written threat.

After all was said and done with my satisfied professor (and likewise satisfied grade) I made my way over to the Missourian, where they had been craving me for the past week (I've been out due to a flu sickness AKA crack addiction).  Smoked a bowl, shot up, did a line, and all was well with the staff.  How else do you think we get our writing turned in on time with those hellish deadlines?  Yeah, Adderol, you're right.  And cocaine.  And LSD.  I'll stop there, basically name any upper (SPEED) and you've got it (SHROOMS) (ECSTACY).

Time flew by then, I really had no idea what was going on until I woke up lying off Broadway making out (and more) with some homeless guy for alcohol.  Those guys are pretty easy, so it was quick to get my fix.  Finally Andy found me laying around and took me home for another night of hot lovin'.  We adopted a stray cat for our own purposes.  what can I say, we've been dating for over a year, we need to spice things up a bit, and you all know how much I LOVEEEE cats!  Role playing was fun for a while, but things were starting to dim...

What an endless circle that is my life, don't you love it?  KEEEE!!!!!!

Oh, and by the way Natalie, you should sign out of your account if you are on the computers in the study room.

Hearts,

Lauren

Currently Gaming PS2 Indigo Prophecy By Atari see related

Today I worked more on my story about unregulated dams in Boone County. It's coming along rather slowly, there's so many people to talk to, but it should be a good story when it's done. It's pretty relevant to the community. There's a lot of dams out there that don't have to be safety inspected by the state, because they are less than 35 feet high or are used for agricultural purposes. Many of these dams are poorly maintained, and if one of them breaks, it could wash some guy and his cows away. A lot of people might be living in the shadow of such a dam and not know it until the dam actually breaks. Not a bad thing for people to know, really.

Andy helped me a bunch today. He took me out to see a dam that some of the adjacent property owners are complaining about. It was too dark out to see much, but from what I understand, the maintenance is pretty shitty. Andy said he could take me again sometime this week when it's still light so I can get a better look at it. My Andy is so sweet. ^_^

Speaking of sweet, there's a really sweet game out called Indigo Prophecy. Bobby ordered it from the MU bookstore awhile ago and it finally arrived today. It's amazing. It's a murder mystery/supernatural thriller in which every action you take has significance, influencing how the plot unfolds. It starts with you waking up in a bathroom stall, covered in blood from the man you just stabbed to death in a strange, hallucinatory fit. You have also carved strange symbols into your arm. You have no idea why you did any of this. It was all against your will. Now you have to drag the body into the stall, mop up the floor, stash the knife, clean the blood from your arms, and leave the diner before the conveniently-located cop gets up to take a piss and discovers you at the scene of the crime! And so the story begins...a story in which you play from multiple vantage points--not only the confused killer, but also the detectives trying to track him down!

We had a pretty good time watching Bobby play the game. Then there were more good times had by all when we watched Corpse Bride. Definitely another Tim Burton masterpiece.

And that's pretty much been my day!

Currently Gaming DS Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrow By Konami see related

Aron just referred to himself as a "phallic" ninja. I suppose that means he fights with penis-chucks or something, I don't really know. Maybe I don't want to know.

...or do I? Al-riiiiiight!

I'm not sure exactly what a phallic ninja is supposed to be, but it might be something like this:

What a day! I wake up around 8:30 am, all ready to get some hot fungological action from Professor Mihail (I'm in biology of fungi this semester), and before I know it, I'm stuck in bed with the spews. I missed my 12-5 desk shift and my 4:00 beat meeting at the Missourian, but it was okay because I called ahead and they assured me it was alright. Still, it's kind of a bummer to have to miss the Missourian on the day I'm expected to be there. Oh well. I'm feeling better now, and by tomorrow morning I'll be ready to conquer the world again!

Currently Reading The Fifth Kingdom By Bryce Kendrick see related

I don't like Sundays much. They're usually peaceful and laid-back, mostly pleasant, but always looming in front of you is Monday, with its classes, its homework, its commitments, its stress. I have worked two weeks at the Columbia Missourian, and although it isn't as scary as I had feared, it's still stressful for me. I'm a slow writer, careful and deliberate but also plodding. That's tough if you're working for a daily newspaper. I'm worried about not being able to meet deadlines, and making my editors angry. I'm worried about falling into a foetid little pool of mediocrity, always writing nothing-stories relegated to the back of the paper. I'm worried about being a sucky writer and a sucky reporter. But I worry a lot. Maybe things won't be so bad. The Missourian is the gate through which all Mizzou reporters-in-training must pass. Some come running through it proudly, like a champion; some approach it timidly, and just try to get through it as best they can; and some grit their teeth and walk through it with determination. But they all make it through in the end (well, except for that one person per semester who thinks they can get away with plagiarism). I know I can make it through all right. I guess it's just up to me how I decide to come through that gate--head down like a chump, or head up like a champ! Even if I don't come out on the other side as a star reporter (and I'm not sure I want to be, anyway), I can still come out with my head held high!