Randomness

When I'm bored, bad things happen.. very bad things

...and God smiled upon the world and said, "There shall be a wonderous place where hungry people can go at all hours of the day and feast upon heavenly goodness," and then there was Waffle House, and it was good.

My Wednesday morning in a nutshell:
It was a little after midnight. Putting on her coat, Alex said she was going to take a drive.
"Where are you going?"
"For a drive.. probably Waffle House or something."
"Oh, oh! Can I come?"
"Sure, if you want.. but well..."
"What?"
"Well, Dylan said that he really needs to talk to me so.."
"Oh, okay."
"...but I guess you can still come."
"Oh, that's okay. I still have homework I should do."
Then, she left.
Not even 10 minutes later, Dylan comes through the door, not knocking as usual.
"Oh, Alex just left to go get you!"
"Really? What did she want?"
That's when I knew something was amiss.
So that's when I start freaking out (like most drama queens in my position would be prone to do). My best friend and most trusted associate had just lied to me blatantly, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why. Well, just then Berkley IMed me. He asked me how I was doing, etc. but then he had to go because he was meeting Alex for Waffle House. (A lightbulb illuminates.) Of course, I assume the worst. Well, I start crying and become completely nauseous and spend most of the morning in the bathroom about to vomit. Okay, so Dylan knows that I'm a little upset and don't really want to confront Alex yet so he offers to let me stay on his futon for the night.
At 7:00am, Dylan, Sagar and I are all awakened by a knock at the door. It's the EMS. They told me that I had killed myself last night. Of course, I assured them otherwise, and they left. (Great! So now I'm being chased by psychiatrists...) Then, Johnstone Housing comes by and tells me that I can't stay in the guys' dorms. Freaking out, I tell them that I had an emergency and couldn't stay by myself last night. (and so now I'm being chased by more psychiatrists...) I later found out that Alex had called them all, trying to accomplish I don't know what. Also, she managed to call my parents and everyone I know and convince them that I'm a crazy person. Gee thanks.

What a bitch

"You just can't go around telling every random story that pops in your head!!" -Skinner

...some people like my stories.

"He's not my brother. I don't what kind of people you let in your family." -Alex

Yesterday, I got my wisdom teeth pulled out. I thought it would've been much worse than it really was. I don't feel the slightest bit of pain and it's been 24 hours. The only thing that sucks is that I'm not supposed to eat whole food until Tuesday. I really don't think I'm going to make it that long.

Last year, I had the deepest bellybutton on second floor. I'm really quite proud of that.

My favorite part of the day is those ten minutes right after hitting the snooze button.

Did you know that when cheesecake dries out, it becomes an impenetrable solid?

Last night, Alex and I were discussing the pros and cons of being a slut versus being a whore. A slut is merely promiscuous while a whore is propelled by monetary gain. She said being a whore was more honorable and I disagreed at the time, but I've been thinking and now I'm not so sure.
It's a conundrum.

Everything's more fun in your underwear.

“One of the best ways to a boy’s stomach is through his brain or, uh.. shit.” -Alex

Sometimes Jeremy would stick his finger up my nose and pretend to be really grossed out.
I really miss that.

People are the experiences they have. Good experiences serve as positive reinforcement while bad experiences build character. I think God uses this in order to help us to become the people we need to be in order to serve Him.

Thanks for all the character.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade
or just throw lemons at people.

The cross was an instrument of torture. I can't get over that. Can you just imagine if Jesus had been sent a few hundred years later? Instead of wearing these cross necklaces, we might be wearing little nooses or swords or perhaps a syringe around our necks. How weird would that be?

I think if being dumped had a taste, it would be kind of like a big bite of a bitter black peanut butter sandwich.