Didn't your mom tell you not to talk to strangers

When I was younger I used to talk to strangers online all the time despite my mom telling me not to. Then one day, someone in Brazil I was talking to on Neopets got really mad at me and tried to report me so I stopped doing that. However, tonight I decided to try again, because, well, why not?


First I went to Chatroulette. I clicked on the button that said to only connect me to people without webcams, but it didn't listen. It kept on partnering me with guys who kept on "nexting" me, probably because I had my webcam turned off. I also had my settings to not pair me with nudity, but I still saw a man's penis. Oh well.

Then I went to Omegle and did text-only; I didn't want to see anymore strange penises. Guys kept on asking for pics tho. Oh horny internet people. Once a girl disconnected after I said I was a girl too, I thought that was rude. But I did have nice chats with a girl from Cali who wants to major in drama next year, a horny guy who though had horrible grammar kept on complimenting me, a girl who was bored, and a guy who sent me a picture of the Kool-Aid man.

Getting dirty in the bedroom

We put up our Christmas tree today. Not too last minute. So in order to make room for it we usually have to move some stuff out of the living room, normally a table gets put in the basement. But today, since my mom's hibiscus tree was where my dad wanted to put our Christmas tree, that was the thing to get moved. Problem is, he told my brother to put it in my bedroom. Nobody asked me if I wanted a large plant in my bedroom. The hibiscus is in here against my will. I don't want it in here. I mean, it's potted in dirt, now there's dirt in my room. That bothers me. But since I had no say in the matter (as a matter of fact I tried to protest) I said I was putting ornaments on it. I only had a few extra ornaments, but there it is:

Mall Santas are creepy

What, it's December 18th and no annual Christmas drawing yet? That's what I thought too. But first a reacp:

2009: "Modern Elves"

2010: "Don't Forget Anything This Holiday Season: Especially Not Your Pants!"

And now, what you've been waiting for...

2011: "Santa's Tired of Your Ridiculous Requests (and You Can Just Kiss His A**)"

Santa got a little fed up. Now it looks as though he's probably going to jail. I mean, in front of children? Perv. Although some people do have ridiculous holidays wishes. My 7 year old cousin has on her Christmas list things including an iPad, a pool, and fake blood. Strange. 

So I just realized I should probably stop drawing pictures of Santa without his pants on. Maybe I'm the perv. 

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! 

This is why I can't drink coffee ever

Caffeine in pop to me is like the person who says she's your friend, but when you are not around she's telling everyone what a bitch you are. This is what it did to me last night:
1. Drank Pepsi late afternoon- shortly afterwards I became hyper and could not stop giggling- couldn't focus on studying.
2. Evening- still hyper, dance party by myself in my bedroom (don't judge)- still wasn't studying.
3. After dinner- became really tired, drank some more before falling asleep for an hour.
4. Early night- actually got some studying done
5. 1am-3:30 am- couldn't sleep, totally awake.
6. Today- SO TIRED. Drink more pop. Repeat.

Meanwhile, at 2:30 am last night, I decided it would be a good idea to have a another dance party because 1. it would wear me out and 2. it would be good to stand up since my back hurt from sitting all day. THIS WAS A BAD IDEA. My back could not handle my sister's choreography to "We R Who We R" The result was more pain. And I was still awake.

Are we there yet?

I recall a conversation from last year with a guy I know, Ryan, where I was like, "What's finals week like at real college? Because at Harper it's awesome because you're hardly in class and you get to sleep in." And Ryan was like, "Yeah, no, it's not like that at all." Then he walked away without telling me what it's like.  Well, now I'm finding out what it's like.

I think the final gods are cashing in on their karma on me because not only do I have 5 finals to take, but I also have 2 make-up tests from when I was sick (should have two-can't get a hold of one professor-only adding to my stress!). Not to mention, I'm still catching up on new material from when I was sick. In other words, I have no choice but to study ALL THE TIME.  It's funny because this whole semester I attributed my less-than-perfect first-semester-of-real-college grades to the fact that I don't really know how to study on a count of never really having to study before, but still was able to get good grades with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. A problem that was only made worse by most of my Harper classes (with the exception of general chem 2 which may be the only class I despise more than my current physics class, measured by the amount it kills me and my brain). But as of a few days ago, I have been studying probably more than I have the whole semester. I definitely know how to study now. Speaking of which, I must get back to.  I can do this, right? 

PS. Is it ok to put off studying for physics by studying for other classes? It's still studying. 

My jedi skills must be lacking

Automatic doors make me nervous. I feel like they can't really be trusted. This is what I noticed as I was leaving the grocery store today. So the sign on the door says "automatic door: keep moving." This I have a problem with. I can't keep moving because the door isn't opening. Oh sure, so far the door has always opened for me, but there are those few seconds when you are approaching the door thinking, "Is it going to open? When is it going to open? Why isn't it opening yet? Maybe it doesn't see me, maybe it's broken. I don't want to look like a fool and stop, but I don't want to walk into the door either. Oh God, I'm right here, please open, please open, please open. Whew it opened." And then you go on with your life until the next time you come across an automatic door and it happens again. I have to admit though, I frequently stop in front of the door, just to make sure. Good thing too, because I swear it only opens when your face is two inches away from the glass.

Better solution: non-creepily (or creepily if that's your thing) follow a group of strangers out the door, or if you are already in a group inconspicuously move to the back of the group. That way if there are any problems someone else will be the one walking into the door.