ummm, I have a question?

Dear Stupid Girls in Classes,

STOP ASKING STUPID QUESTIONS AND SAYING STUPID THINGS.

I'm sorry that I am yelling at you with these capital letters, but really, just listen to the damn professor.

You are in college now.

Generations of women have been struggling to get you to this point and you seem to set them back 100 years when you are more interested in what girl goes best with the Bachelor than who is in the Israel/Palestine conflict.

*Spoiler Alert, it's Israel and Palestine*

Now, I do not hate you. I just wish you would take things a bit more seriously. There is a time and place for everything. I like talking about Rock of Love with the best of them, just not during class when we are talking about the death and destruction of innocent people.

Oh and Stop saying "like" 5 times in every sentence. Super annoying.

"Like, oh my god, she is like soooo fake. He could like never go for fake boobs like that. Tre Trashy."

Love Love Your Concerned Fellow Female,

M

Fat with a PH

Dear lovely lovers,


I learned something valuable from my 5 year old brother yesterday.

Here is how it went.

"Cole, could you please hand rya (me) a blanket?"- me

" STOP CONTROLLING MY LIFE!" - Cole

He is right, maybe I am a little bit controlling at times. I mean just ask Martin.

Anyway, besides that, my day today was pretty uneventful.
I went for a nice long walk where I saw a man smoking a pipe while strolling with his wife. I had to double check to make sure it wasn't Sherlock Holmes or Hugh Hefner.

I facebooked stalked for about an hour.

I signed up Jim Heson of 1267 Hollywood BLVD, Beverly Hills California, 90210 for a newsletter subscription of Pizza hut, so I could get 126 pieces of imaginary silver on facebook so I could find out if Martin's sister thought I was a good athlete or not on that friends question thingy.

It didn't work.

I listened to hannah quote funny things off of overheardinminneapolis.com.

I did my entire math assignment by looking at the answer key supplement.

I found Hannah's belly button ring on the floor. (skank)

and I wrote this blog.

Tomorrow I will have probably something more interesting to write, but since my love affair with bjorn has ceased, I feel like I have nothing more that is worth it. Sad.


love love,
M

p.s. I touched REAL human bones in bio lab, it was awesome.