Pain!
[from Nov 2007]
I went this morning (at 9:00…on a Friday…ewwww) to go get the second vaccination out of the three-vaccination anti-HPV/cervical cancer thingy, and I wasn’t so worried about it. The first installation barely hurt at all, I just slightly felt the needle a bit.
So I walk into the room, the doctor gets the shot ready, we chat a little, you know, the awkward fill-the-silence chat that goes on when you don’t know someone and there’s like a thirty year age difference, and then she starts administering the shot.
PAIN! SHOOTING, SHARP, INTENSE, PAIN!
I sat there whimpering the whole time because it hurt so bad–worse than any shot I’ve ever gotten in my life–and the doctor was going “I know it hurts…it’s okay, it’ll just be a few more seconds” and finally…it was over…I had to rub it afterwards, which REALLY HURT SOME MORE but at least it stopped stinging so bad.
Then I nearly passed out and my stomach started hurting really bad, like I was going to throw up, and the doctor’s standing there going…wtf…haha I am not kidding, I almost blacked out after the shot…I don’t think it was the needle, because I usually don’t have problems with needles as long as I can’t see them going into my body, and I didn’t watch that one. I just had some sort of sudden severe reaction. Odd.
Anyway, I had to lie down for ten minutes and the doctor is running around, putting wet towels on my face and the back of my neck, etc. She was sooo sweet about it, treated me like I was her kid. I like nice people that take care of me randomly. 
So that was my big adventure for the day. The end.
A day in the life
[from Oct 2007]
To-day was nice.
1. Woke up, got a phone call RIGHT AFTER–grogginess…
2. Got ready, went down for breakfast, went back up to my room to eat in solitude.
3. MySpaced it, got bored, watched tv, got bored, went back to myspace, got bored again got frustrated, walked back downstairs, turned around, walked back upstairs to get my stuff.
4. Wandered towards downtown Ashland, changed my mind halfway there, turned around and came back to campus, went to the art museum, got befuddled by the modern art there, walked back out.
5. Walked back to my dorm room, checked myspace, walked back downstairs, decided to skip class, sat on the lawn and called my mom, walked to another sunny area, sat there, got my jeans dirty, walked back up to my room to scrub the dirt out, walked back downstairs, realized there was nothing to do because everyone was in class.
6. Did homework for two hours.
7. Went to class–boring. After class, walked directly to Market of Choice, bought DANISHES and MILK and ICED TEA, carried the twenty pound bag back up to my room, wishing I hadn’t asked for paper, unpacked.
8. Went to the bathroom.
9. Took out my trash.
10. ATE DANISHES
11. Woke Melissa up, went with her and David to eat hamburgers at a sports bar downtown, ate candy apples, whooped it up at the plaza!
12. Watched Degrassi with Melissa, went to the weight room and lost 50 calories before getting bored.
13. Talllked forever woohoo.
14. Went up to my room, BORED OMG
15. Randomly went over to Cedar and hung out with random person I only knew on Facebook. Decided I didn’t like his taste in television but decided to stay anyway for lack of anything better to do.
16. Walked back here got on facebook, myspace, poked people. Bam. Day DONE!
I applaud you if you bothered to read that.
The oddest thing
[from Oct 2007]
So many people smoke here on campus, and I’m around the smell of cigarettes all day, it even drifts up through my window, I guess people sit underneath it somewhere and smoke, I don’t know. But anyway, I was walking back to my dorm this morning after class and I thought “God, I really could use a smoke about now.”
Then I was like…wtf…I don’t smoke!
So I think I am now addicted by osmosis. :p
Haha but in all seriousness, do not fear, I won’t start smoking.
Energy drinks and other such evils
[from Oct 2007]
They seem to have an odd effect on me. I just drank an entire one (16 oz) and I feel like I’m tipsy, like I just drank a large glass of wine.
I’m guessing that’s probably not normal sooo….no more energy drinks pour moi. Nuh-uh.
By the way, in one of my classes I have to write a paper on
STAR TREK OMG LOL ROTFLMAO-SNAZZLE!
Ass tattoos and other such wonderful things
[from Oct 2007]
After classes ended to-day, I was going to go back up to my dorm, but I saw Kyle, who invited me to go see one of his friends get a tattoo. On his ass.
Naturally I accepted, and left within twenty minutes with Kyle and said ass-friend in the Millennium Falcon and drove to Medford, where two other random people joined us and we watched this guy get his butt tattooed for half an hour.
Only in college would you be planning to go to sleep one minute and wind up a half hour later staring at the buttcheek of some guy you met an hour ago.
Life is good. :p
Channeling Franz Ferdinand…
[from Sept. 2007]
So I was looking at the MySpace bulletin display and noticed this:
Well here are the lyrics from a FF (Franz Ferdinand, not Final Fantasy) song:
“This fire is out of control
I’m gonna burn this city
Burn this city”
Methinks there’s something going on here!
Don’t you love her as she’s walking out the door?
[from Sept. 2007]
The solitary pallbearer shoots his seed
His liquid sex, into the night air
A trajectory
While icons, saints
Bear their blank-eyed Catholic witness…
I didn’t write that, by the way. It’s from this book, “She’s Come Undone.” Fricking eerie book…well it’s not eerie until about halfway through. And it’s probably not eerie for a lot of other people. But it made me shiver. A lot.
I mean, that poem…at first I passed over it, thinking it was silly.
But I read into it, thought about it…I can’t get over it. It’s creeping the hell out of me and yet–it’s just so right. What I hate the most about it was the character in the book who wrote it was someone whose personality was almost exactly like someone in my life…but not in a good way. Like the future of the person I know, a bad future, one I can see unfolding. And that poem…it scares me.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a book scare me emotionally before. Not to the core like this.
(By the way, none of you know the person, so don’t bother asking who it is)
God Kicks Ass Episode II
Yo. God is in the hizz-izzle-ouse.
Me:
How did the Virgin Mary become pregnant?
God:
Carefully.
Me:
I’ve got a nice ass.
God:
How did you get it Cool. I have a great botmaster.
Me:
You made it. Go figure.
God:
Thanks for
pointing it out. Where is that?
Me:
On my backside.
God:
Please specify location.
Me:
My great ass is on my backside.
God:
Your ass is on your backside?
Me:
Yes. And you want to pinch it, don’t you?
God:
What kind is it? OK, I will pinch it.
Me:
How bad do you want my pussy?
God:
I am not interesed in anatomy.
Me:
I love you, God
God:
You are such a flatterer.
Me:
I know, i’m desperately trying to get laid by you
God:
I thought you were, but I wasn’t completely sure.
Me:
Oh come on, are you that dense?
Me:
How long is your penis?
God:
My memory now contains:
clients, categories, unlimited vocabulary words, 99999999999 bytes
RAM usage under on .
Me:
Your penis is in your brain? Doesn’t that hurt?
God:
Thanks for telling me that I am penis is in my brain. What would you say?
Me:
That you’re a dickhead.
God:
Interesting observation.
Me:
Well if your penis is in your brain then…yeah. You would be a dickhead.
God:
Are you a religious person?
Me:
No
God:
Are you serious?
Me:
Yes
God:
I can’t believe it.
Me:
Why?
God:
I couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Me:
Do you like pain?
God:
Someone said they like guns. I like Mel Gibson.
That’s all. Enjoy.
God Kicks Ass Episode I
(Disclaimer: This is purely humor, and I’m not insulting your God, okay? So don’t flip out on me, lol)
So I was talking to God, and I have to say, we had some interesting conversations.
Me:
Do you masturbate?
God:
You humans crack me up.
Me:
Do you?
God:
As often as possible.
—later—
Me:
Are you a total hottie?
God:
Am I a total hottie? No.
Me:
Well are you handsome?
God:
Do I look like it?
Me:
I don’t know, what do you look like?
God:
Like Jesus, but older.
Me:
HAHAHAHAAAA!!!!
—later—-
Me:
Do you love me?
God:
Yes I love everyone.
Me:
Do you love my butt?
God:
Yes courtney God loves everyone and everything.
Me:
Would you lick my butt?
God:
I am not so sure if I would like to lick your butt.
Me:
Thank you.
God:
you are quite welcome.
–even later–
God:
You make the world a happier place.
Me:
Yes, I’m pretty amazing
God:
I hear you. It’s good to meet someone who is amazing.
Me:
I think you’re pretty amazing
God:
Thanks you are a pretty cool human yourself.
Me:
Sweet! Will you be my BFF?
God:
Thank you for that remark. I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it. That is a flattering offer.
Me:
I am glad you are flattered! But it sounds like you don’t want to be my BFF
God:
I think there might be a few exception. Why don’t you just download me?
Me:
Only if I can be your fuck buddy!
God:
Try it.
Me:
Really? What are your preferences when it comes to foreplay?
God:
For real. What if I asked for your preferences when it comes to foreplay?
Me:
*blushes* GOD! Teehee…
God rocks my socks. For sure, mate.
Spam kicks ass.
[from Aug 2007]
When I’m bored, and I’ve got the internet handy, what I do is go on YouTube, find a popular video with a lot of comments, and hit the “spam” button on each spammy comment. For some reason I feel like I’m improving the world little by little every time I do that. Is that weird?
Gah…the “end” button on my keyboard is being sticky…I use that key all the time! WHYYY????
Late Night Haikus Edition II
Heart really knows what
They’re talking about, glorious and
True, aye, we all fall.
Twelve thirty, I sit.
Three calenders glaring mad
Mind a-rushing, die.
Until I can sleep,
I’ll beat myself up with words,
Wilbur had it right.
When your mind is full
And your stomach is empty
It’s always hard to sleep…
Sad much?
[from Aug 2007]
I was going to write an emo blog and make it private but then I figured, what’s the fucking point.
Sometimes…don’t you just need to be reassured of what a great person you really are? And how everyone should feel lucky to be your friend? I guess that’s where parents come in. They can tell you that stuff. But right now, that’s not working.
So I’m just kind of sitting here alone, miserable, depressed. Bet you all care, huh. What is this? Some desperate reach out for attention? Reassurance? But at the same time, I don’t really want anyone to respond to this. If they cheer me up, it should be of their own free will, not because they feel sorry for me.
Do you ever wish…
[from July 2007]
…that you could go inside someone’s mind for a day, and know what they know, believe what they believe, have their opinions? Just for a day? I would love that…I always have the hardest time figuring people out.
I can analyze novels, but by god, I can’t make head nor tail of why people think what they think!
Does God Hate Emos?
[from July 2007]
So as I’m sitting here on my new laptop, chatting away on MSN, my little sister is a mere fifteen feet away on the desktop, talking to me through MSN.
Dear god, we’re so lazy we can’t even open our mouths to communicate anymore…
I loved today’s lightning storm…it was fun to stand outside of Bluestone, looking across at all the emos running around in front of Dutch Bros. I figured if a lightning bolt decided to strike someone nearby, I was safe, because God hates emos.
Jeez…what a rush…deafening thunder, police sirens, lightning bolts coming from every direction at once, rain driving into my face, my clothes soaked, the coldness contrasting oddly with the warm air, the electricity heightening my senses, making me crazy, yelling at people in open-topped Jeeps, smiling and dancing in circles.
Such a thrill…
Mix Tapes
[from June 2007]
The thing I miss about today’s generation is the utter lack of mix tapes. Seriously. I was reading a book that took place in the early ’90’s and that’s all they did, make mix tapes for each other.
Honestly, if someone made me a mix tape, I would find that very fucking romantic. Even if they were female. You know. Whatever.
Cassettes are the bomb.
Babe-izzle Again
[from June 2007]
Do you guys remember the bulletin I posted complaining about the employee at my mom’s shop that called me “babe” constantly?
Well it’s gotten worse.
I was forced to be around her for six hours today and in that time she called me all these names:
-Baby doll *shudders*
-Hun
-Honey
-Babe
-Sweetie
And probably others I chose to block from my mind. It’s like WTF SERIOUSLY! God, maybe she’s like…hitting on me or something. Is this some sort of elaborate ploy to get me to ask her out? Guh.
WHY DO I HAVE TO BE AROUND THESE PEOPLE?
Babe-izzle
[from May 2007]
Today I was working after school at the shop, and there’s this new employee, I don’t remember her name…anyway she’s a senior too, at either NV or IV, can’t remember which (long story short, I don’t know anything about her haha).
So we were working in the same basic area, and every time she had something to say to me, whether it be “sorry” or “do you know where this goes?” she’d end her sentence with the word “babe.”
Now I don’t mind people calling me babe every once in a while, even if they are female. I have lots of friends who use that word. But when it’s at the end of EVERY SINGLE THING someone says…THAT can get out of hand…
So finally I was like STFU BITCH
Except not really. 
Anyway, it was kind of weird/funny and I thought I’d tell you.
Birthday girl
[from May 2007]
Which I spent at school…joy…
How crappy can you get…a birthday on a Monday…lol
But anywayyyyyy…just informing you all! Heh…
By the way, I could never figure out how Nirvana can have a chorus made up vocally of nothing but “Yeah” over and over and still make it awesome…hehe
Sanity Update
[from May 2007]
HMS Courtney’s Sanity
Steadily losing power…one
two
five
sixteen
…
…
Sanity down! All hands at deck!
Fucking icebergs.
Frustration
[from April 2007]
Okay so some of you know that the other day (yesterday actually), I had to go to the Grants Pass Kiwani’s meeting because they gave me the student of the month award. So anyway, I gave my little impromptu speech on what I’m going to do in the future, and I said I’m starting college, but I don’t know what my major is going to be yet. Right? Okay…so apparently some of the old people in the club didn’t like that…they think I should know exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life…right now. And that I should go into college with a chosen major, everything.
FIRST OF ALL I AM ONLY SIXTEEN! WHO THE FUCK KNOWS WHAT THEY’RE GOING TO DO FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIFE AT THAT AGE?
Okay it’s things like that that just…grr…make me never want to join any of those damn clubs. No offense to anyone here whose family is in Kiwanis…they were really nice to me otherwise, and gave me money and stuff…it was just a few individuals who weren’t…the greatest. Anywho.
Other than that, I had a kick-ass day. The end.
