the life of hips

I truly think that I am going to quit boys. i talked to someone about it tonight, and it just sounds like a really good idea. he's going to quit girls too. do you know how much more simple life would be if there were no relationship crap? I mean sure, you'd have none of the good stuff, but isn't it the bad stuff that everyone hears about? hm... i think i am onto something here.... any other quitters?

okay, what do you think is better?

to tell people what you think, and get screwed over because of it?

or

to keep everything hidden inside of you, and get screwed over because of it?

This is what this site tells me:

Your soul is worth £58511. For your peace of mind, 10% of people have a purer soul than you.

which is way more than you Tammy. (she only got £23272 yeah, we always knew you were a hoebag Tammy)

go to http://www.wewantyoursoul.com and get your estimate.

so I am four weeks in to college.

is it time to graduate yet?

It is hard being here. it doesn't make me all that happy being here, and i am sure my medication doesn't help much with that. i mean, classes are easy, and i think i am going to graduate at least a year early, if not more. (sorry eric, had to plug that in) I went home this weekend. it was just what i needed. i needed time to think. and that's what i did. i thought. i got some things figured out, not necesarily resolved, but figured out. turns out my manager, Jerry, from the Brentwood Sonic, is leaving, and we had a meeting about that in which many people cried. It was a sad time indeed. so looking at everything, it looks as though my life is falling apart piece by piece....

so I am four weeks in to college.

is it time to graduate yet?

It is hard being here. it doesn't make me all that happy being here, and i am sure my medication doesn't help much with that. i mean, classes are easy, and i think i am going to graduate at least a year early, if not more. (sorry eric, had to plug that in) I went home this weekend. it was just what i needed. i needed time to think. and that's what i did. i thought. i got some things figured out, not necesarily resolved, but figured out. turns out my manager, Jerry, from the Brentwood Sonic, is leaving, and we had a meeting about that in which many people cried. It was a sad time indeed. so looking at everything, it looks as though my life is falling apart piece by piece....

i really do miss him. and i dont know what to do about it. really, there is nothing to do. i just have to sit and let it dwell inside me. i guess that is how life goes...

Tammy, I hate you for making me go here: http://eclectech.co.uk/poke-a-sheep.php

i hate this. i want to get out. i am sick and tired of pretending.

so i haven't written in a while. so sue me. do it. it will give me something to do. i'll even be my own lawyer. yeah. that's what i thought. so things seem to be getting to me much more quickly lately. Like people will get on my nerves, things will annoy me, and just an overall time like that... I have worked three times so far, and it seems easy, like the good ole sonic, but the people are just super lazy. Oh, and i am just going to advise you to never get the chocolate from my new Sonic. They don't clean the pump. Now they will though, ever since I've stepped on the scene. I mean, it's craziness, but I am not going to share the nitty gritty here, because chances are no one cares as much about Sonic as I do. This has been a good week for classes. Tuesday I had Psychology, and then Sociology, and we got outta socio like 30 minutes early. Today (wed) I only had calculus because my sex class was canceled. Tomorrow, I have psych and socio, but I get out of socio an hour early because we just have a lab, and no calculus because my teacher is out of town. Then I go home, because I have no calculus! yay nashville! okay, well that is the most exciting thing to happen to me in like 3 weeks. life here stinks. i'm alone. maybe i am depressed...

i have a 2000 word psych paper that has to be finished in 9 hours, and i have maybe like 200 words done. i cant focus. this is no good.

Last night me and the roomie spent hours complaining about Memphis. it seems as though not much has gone right. I want to be comfortable. I want someone to make me feel good. I want someone to tell me everything is going to be okay, even if they want me to shut up. I really want someone to just talk to me, and NOT make it about college.
I want to be happy again.

anyone know of a good school for me to transfer to?

or do you want to transfer here for me?

Guess who has her first day at Sonic in Memphis on friday? is this a tough question? well, it's me! yay! the upside is that it will give me something to do, because the manager seems set on letting me work a lot like 25 hours minimum, which will give me money (and i am excited about that, but if you want to mail me a box full of money, feel free to) The downside is, of course working my little butt off, that they only get half price food while they are working, and they get 4.25 to carhop, but I get 6 to fountain. so there is a little change there. and i've got to go out and buy me khakis, which is total craziness. no more short black shorts for me. i know you are all dissapointed. well, the roomies are swell. lindsey and her multiple boys, sydney and her crusty tattoo (i make them sound so appealing, but they are for sure cool) it was mighty cold outside tonight, which was complete craziness, because i want me some fall weather. i heart fall. ooh, i went to visit bellevue yesterday. it was neat stuff. they sing hymns, and we all know i love singin' hymns at church, but they don't really use the hymnals, which is craziness yet again. also, one thing that was super weird: it's like theatre seating... individual seats that are all cushiony and fold down or whatever... not the same as pews. Overall, i liked it, but i am still going to go back to germantown, and so it is between the two....

so i was talking to this guy, deshaun, and here goes an interesting portion

deshaun: tell me a story
deshaun: about a banana
deshaun: and Jesus
molly: jesus ate a banana. the end
deshaun: what a lame story
molly: you tell me one
deshaun: what kind?
molly: about jesus and a banana
deshaun: well
deshaun: one day jesus was all like "i sure would like a banana" so he went to taiwan, to see if they had any
deshaun: when he got there they were out, but they said that he could go to south africa and get some, so he went there
deshaun: and when he got there, they were out
deshaun: so he started to cry
deshaun: and then he went home
deshaun: and his mommy gave him a banana
deshaun: and he wrote a song about it
deshaun: and the monkeys covered it
deshaun: the end

So sociology sucks a big one. My roomie told me to write a short story, and I decided that you would enjoy reading it.

There was once a girl named Sydneyanna Jones. She liked to go on adventures. Her trusty (or hoe-y) sidekick was affectionately named Hoebag. One day, Sydneyanna and Hoebag got in her pretty little white car. They were on a search for something vital for their everyday lives-- a third person with whom they could do absolutely nothing with. Well, these two girls drove all around Memphis, the bad neighborhoods, the terrible neighborhoods, the good neighborhoods, and the awful neighborhoods. They had no luck.
Sydneyanna was getting ready to give up on their search when she heard a knock on her door. A little hesitant as to why someone would be knocking on her door, she went to answer. Fortunately, they had knocked on the wrong door. Alas, she had no amigas other than Hoebag. She decided to go dig a hole and bury her treasure chest. When she returned to her half-empty room, she heard someone come a-knocking. this excitement was almost too good to be true, even if they had the wrong room. It did turn out to be a stranger, but a well-dressed one. Sydneyanna knew right then and there-- this girl had to be her roommate. Her name was Kristy, and she was born in 1975, which made her a little old to be a freshman, but Hoebag and Sydeyanna decided to let that slide.
One of the first things that had to be was change the name of the room- 'Room 2313' would just not do. Of course the name was an obvious choice-- Room Ramrod. These girls clearly had a future ahead of them... Too bad Hoebag didn't. She continued to ho herself all around- Birmingham, Little Rock, even Memphis- with boys from her "fornication class". It is inappropriate to talk about what happened to her in mixed company, but let's just say Ludacris had a source for his song, and you should never get a ride to Birmingham with a boy who doesn't do his homework, no matter how many shirts he gives you. But Room Ramrod lived happily ever after.

*Any similarities between the characters in this story and real people are purely coincidental.*

So, tonight it looks as though my plan is to sleep. all night. 12 hours of glorious sleep. Last night me and the girls went out to West Memphis to go to Walmart with these other people in tow. That was a complete waste of my time, however it did lead to the need for a codeword of when we don't want to be somewhere, which I think is a useful tool. So i was thinking today... Both of my suitemates have boyfriends, my roommate has a boyfriend, and i, oh wait, don't. Sometime's it isn't so fun to look around you and realize that absolutely everyone has someone, but at the same time, it is nice to not have any kind of responsibility to anyone. Eh, still sucks. The bright side is... let's see.... I have more time to eat, more time to sleep, don't really have to look nice, technically no one gets close enough to me to smell me so I don't really have to shower, which means that I will be a fat hermit with poor hygiene by the time the week ends. And hey, that translates into being alone for the rest of my life, because who wants to be with a fat, unhygienic hermit? That's what I thought. On the brighter side, I did homework for the third time of the year, oh wait, that isn't exciting. Okay then. I bought some oatmeal and took a nap. Those were definitely high points. And I hate Jessica Simpson. Watch Newlyweds on MTV, and you will find out why.

Hey, yeah, I got me a new roomie. She's neat, maybe I'll bring her home sometime for show and tell. She is from Little Rock, AR. My suitemates are kind of neat now too. One of them is named Lindsey, and she is from Birmingham. She likes hamsters and to show us pictures of them. It is fun to laugh at, oops, I mean look at. My classes are still going well and proving not to be challenging, so i don't know how hard i will end up trying. Sociology bores the crap out of me, and I figure that is nogood, because it is my major and all. hi im lindsey bye bye... (that was just the crazy one, clearly). But i am rather glad to be away from Lacy... although it means trying to watch Airplane!, but falling asleep midway through. Oh, and if anyone has any suggestions of what Sydney and i can do, and force Lindsey to do, let me know. Lately all we've done is go shopping, try on one another's clothes, and cruise around and go to the Dollar Tree with JP. I know, i know, we are crazy college kids, what a wild nightlife we lead.... Well, give me some suggestions, and maybe we'll tame down a bit. Hope college is going well for the rest of you kiddos. woo hoo. go tigers! growl! what school spirit ive got!