Book Update

If you’ve been reading a few posts on here you would know that I have mentioned writing a book, I have decided to get back on that project again but with a new direction to head into. I have decided to write a fictional diary with commentary type of book about an eleven year old girl and the many very different stages in her life from following her through; living in a shelter, to living in the suburbs, and then a boarding high school. I think that I mentioned somehwere that I was going to make a poll asking you guys the readers about, what would be the most interesting to read? If you have any other suggestions you can leave a comment below.

Song Songs I’ve Been Really Liking

Hey guys it’s been a while since I’ve posted, I’ve been really busy with school  stuff. I’m just going to make a quick post  about some songs that I have been playing heavily over the past few months.  Let me know which songs you like or hate the most.

Valentines + Reading Week

So  Valetines day  came and went and I’m still single, I’m not really actively looking for a boyfriend though so I’m not that bothered by it. But I am still stuck on John so in the spirit of valentines day I wore the plaid shirt that he is letting me borrow for the winter. Actually I wore it with the intial thought of using it to make me feel really smart. Since John is a major brainiac, and has a double major in Physics and Bio Chemistry, anyways I guess that  idea didn’t really work since the last few days just went by in a blur, I think I just needed to go back home for reading week to relax myself and get some well needed affection. I haven’t really been affectionate with anyone here and I guess I miss hugging people that probably sounds really weird.  I also needed to go back home because I was supposed to get John’s spare laptop long story short he wasn’t able to give me it since his regular one crapped out on him. I was only able to see him once, however that was my fault since we planned to see each other on my second night back. I backed out though because I had  really bad looking skin and I have this thing where I need to look my best around him, also my hair looked horrible. So I just wouldn’t feel right I  told him this to and he told me  ”Trust me you don’t look like shit, Hadassah are you serious?”  I thought that was kind of sweet of him since he really did want to see me that night. We ended up seeing each other once  the night before I leave.  We met up with a few other friends at the mall and walked around town. After that he waked me home, oh yeah I forgot to mention that on our way to the mall he gave me a piggy back ride since I didn’t want to walk through the mall :] If think that this is one of our traditions actually since we used to do this a lot back in high school.  As for other stuff that I did on the break I went to family dinner parties, a black history month presentation, watched some shows on my laptop, went to the mall/walmart with another close friend of mine. I am pretty satisfied with the break I had but I am very disappointed that I didn’t get to see John as much, or get the laptop, and the fact that I left on Friday in stead of Sunday.

I’m Back!

Okay so it’s been awhile since I have posted on this blog, you know the deal happens you get lazy and forget that you even had a blog to begin with. I am actually really impressed with all the people out there that can actually keep up with publishing new things on there blog. Anyways let me fill you all in on what has been happening with my life.  I took this fall semester off of university to work  which was kind of a bust since I worked at Costco for about a month and then was fired. I did make enough to pay off somethings that I owed my school from the previous semester though, which is good. However the job was extra demanding and not  very rewarding except for the mediocre paycheck. so I spent the rest off my semester off at doing random things like; sleeping in until 12pm, talking to friends on the  phone that where off of classes, occasionally go to the local mall, watch shows on my laptop, meet up with friends to do various activities, argue with my grandma about applying for jobs (which I was doing but got no lick from), and baking. I’m sure there’s more stuff that I am forgetting but oh well, I’m sure you guys get the idea. Luckily for me I did manage to find a job online as a customer service representative, It was tedious but I needed to save up for a rent down payment. I usually just answer questions or listen to rants that people have about the company that I was working for. I even got a few prank calls which always brightens my day  :]  During this semester off I also got sick for the first time in two and a half years! I thought I would add that in because that was really odd  of me to get sick I’m not even sure how I did I just woke up sick. It only lasted for 3 or 4 days though.  I have been falling in and out of love  with John a few times since the end of my first year of university. I had a whole few months of not having any romantic feelings for him and then,  I have those feelings again I don’t remember exactly when they started but I think it was when he was helping me calm down, over the phone after some guy was in hardcore  stalker/rapey mode. I might make a post on that incident later, also.  since then I have fallen right back into the hardcore rollercoaster of feelings that I have for him I can feel totally in love with him for weeks, then he will do something dumb like and totally annoy the hell out of me; invite me somewhere and then cancel because he slept in, get me all amped up and then have to suddenly end the phone call and tell me he will call back but never does. I actually talked to him about this because he has been doing this since forever, his reasoning is that he actually wants to plans to call back, and that he doesnt like to say goodbye. Or he says something that makes me upset for example he was talking about this girl that he is friends with and how he feels bad for her because her boyfriend is an asshole and that he would consider dating her just to get way from him. Since she won’t listen to his advice to get out of the relationship. Okay I understand that this is a nice gesture but what is the point of dating someone just because you are sorry for them, you will end up wasting each others time and might even hurt the persons feelings that you are trying to save. I felt  like crap for the rest of the night and the following day because of hurt feelings and jealousy, and apparently all for nothing because when I asked him about it he said he wasn’t serious about asking her out. I was relieved but annoyed, why would you joke about something like that!  there’s more that I can say but this post is getting way to long and  still have on more thing to mention.  Also some of you guys know that I have been writing an auto biography, as of last year some time during the end of my second semester it has been on a long hiatus I really want to complete it but I am so unsure about which artistic direction, I should take I have some many ideas floating around in my head still . However I need this to be organized somehow, also for some reason I am having a very hard time putting my thoughts to words that would flow well as a book. Maybe I should use that to my advantage and just go with the (un)organized chaotic rambling type of biographic. I’m a bit unsure, but If I decide to go with this style would people want to read it?

 

Writers Block

If you’ve been reading my blog you would know that I planned on writing a book, I wasn’t joking about that I am actually doing it! I’m already done the first chapter. I know thats not a lot but I only started writing two days ago and I didn’t write at all yesterday. The problem is I’m having trouble with getting it arranged into something that will actually make sense and not just sound like an overdramatic timeline. I so knew that would happen but whatever I want to do this and I will try REALLY hard to not quit, besides it would be really annoying to do something as big as this and not finish. It’s better if I just finish what I start. Don’t you agree? I just want to accomplish something while I’m out here on my own, and whenever I tell someone a wild  personal story about myself the responses go something like this; “wow, you can write a book about that!”  ” That sounds like a movie…”  ”You always have something interesting to tell me”. So naturally this is the next big step, and I’ve wanted to write a book since I was a little kid, could you imagine a 7 year old writing a book? Anyways I will probably be posting an excerpt soon. Until then heres a cool song, that’s been stuck in my head for awhile, and makes the best use out of a rap song that I’ve heard in awhile.




 

Don’t shave your ass hair!

So I came across this pretty explicitly gross but hilarious post, warning people not to shave there ass hair off in the best of Craigslist. If you’re easily offended by this type of subject matter do not read it & just wait till I post something else up, but what am I saying you probably wouldn’t even keep reading if this offends you, the title kind of tells all. Enjoy :]

—————————————————————————————————-Originally Posted: Thu, 1 Jul 14:15 PDT WARNING!!!
Date: 2004-07-01, 2:15PM PDT

Don’t Shave That Hair!!! I have recently made a mistake in my life, and I offer my story to you, that you may learn from my error. It all started, as many things do, with me having trouble shitting.
No, I was not constipated; this was not a regularity problem but a matter of technique. It seems my ass-hair had grown to such a length that tiny grogans were constantly getting tied up in the matted jungle between my asscheeks. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with some paper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal matter before the toilet paper reached its Can’t-Be-Flushed threshold.
I was contemplating this problem, when I had what seemed at the time to be a bright idea. “Hey! This is my butt and my butt-hair, right? So why don’t I just eliminate all the hair, and then my grogans will flow out like beer from a keg!” I said to myself. It is a statement that will go down in history with a lot of other regretted statements. “How many Indians could there be?” said by General Custer. “Looks like a good day for a drive!” by JFK. “There! America On-Line now has complete Usenet access!” by some idiot system tech. Such was my anal shaving idea.
I performed the operation that night, with a cheap disposable razor and a towel to sit on. Starting from the bottom, and shaving from the crack to the cheeks, I began the arduous process of ridding my ass of hair. Occassionally, I would have to clean the razor of accumulated hair and miscellaneous slime, which I did by wiping it on the towel. Slowly, my twin mounds and the between-ravine began to resemble the hairless cheeks of a newborn baby. Finally, I wiped the razor one last time, and surveyed my work. The towel was covered with a pile of hair. My ass was smooth as ivory. I smiled, satisfied, thinking my troubles were over.
Little did I know.
I now have a great respect for anal-hair. Like everything in this world God created, it has its mighty purpose in existence. It was only after I had removed it that I started to learn how much I had been taking it for granted. For one, it provides friction. I learned this the next day, when I walked out into the sun heading for class. After climbing two flights of stairs and starting to sweat, I started to notice something unpleasant. The sweat was accumulating in my crack, and was causing the unpleasant sensation of my two asscheeks sliding past each other with every step. I thought about going to the bathroom and wiping it off, but had to get to class. Eventually, I thought, it would dry.
Unfortunately, it did dry, but only after mingling with the microscopic shit- molecules lingering around my brown starfish. When I stood up after class, my cheeks were stuck together with a slimy sticky shit/sweat combination. As I made my way back to my dorm, it started to itch. God-DAMN, did it itch! Felt like a swarm of ants was making its way up and down my crack. Fighting to keep from jamming my hand down there and scratching away, I rushed back to the dorm.
Unfortunately again, this exertion caused me to sweat, and when I finally reached my room, my cheeks were sliding back and forth against each other like a pair of horny cane-toads. I quickly dropped my pants, and attempted to dry my ass off by sticking it in front of a fan and spreading my cheeks. As I pulled the two mounds of flesh apart, a horrible stench burst free and filled the room. Every dog within a 4 block radius started to howl. I had it worst of all, as the ripe aroma of festering shit/sweat went into the fan and blew back into my face. I fought to keep from heaving. And as I sat there, fighting vomit, my ass cheeks spread and dripping, with the concentrated aroma of my body odor mixed with the tangy smell of my own shit blowing right into my face, I had only one thought: “It will be like this until the hair grows back. Weeks.”
Later on, trying to deal as best I could, wiping my ass at every opportunity, I discovered another wonderful use for ass-hair – ventilation. I attempted to launch a fart, only to have it get stuck between my asscheeks. Apparently, with no hair, the two pink twins can get vacuum sealed together, and the result was a frustrating fart that slid up and down between my cheeks like a lost gerbil.
As if that wasn’t enough, I am now enduring further torture. As anyone who has ever shaved anything knows, when hair is first growing in, it comes in as stubble. Imagine your ass having the texture of a brillo pad. Well, that is what I am dealing with now. It is a hellish torture, and there are many times when I just look out the window and contemplate why I shouldn’t just jump out and get it all over with in one fleshy splat, rather than endure this constant agony.
Friends, DON’T SHAVE YOUR ASS-HAIR!

Surprise! I actually have a Life.

Okay so I know I haven’t really been updating like at all, but its been really hectic lately. ALOT has been going on, I moved away for university, which now that I think about it has been more stress filled then fun & I just got my laptop today so cut me some slack. OKAY :] Anyways I’ll try to write as often  I plan on actually writing a book so yeah, I think I should at least get a handle on my own blog first, right?  And about this I don’t even know what so say  I mean I did tell him but like after two hours of me stalling  & changing the subject, and when I did tell him he didn’t even respond with a YES I like you, or a NO I don’t like you.  Instead he was talking about my self esteem issues WTF really, anyways I’ve stopped pursuing him . It sucks though because I still have feelings for him which is crazy, but they’re not as bad as they used to be, however he did IM me  last week  I was very surprised , and it wasn’t as awkward as I assumed it would be the conversation was actually progressive. Anyways whatever happens with him happens. Right now I’m more focused on other things like; school,  paying for necessities, & my book which will be loosely be based on my life but I will brand it as a work of fiction so it will be left up to the reader to decide what’s real and what’s not. I will be posting more about the book as I go along.

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