I never thought I would own one of these...

Say hello to my new addition, Gillian.

I love her bionic ears!

Her first night home wore her out.

And already, she's a spoiled little princess.

It's just a bunch of hocus pocus! ...Not true, it's practical magic :)

"But there are some things I know for certain: always throw spilt salt over your left shoulder, keep rosemary by your garden gate, plant lavender for luck, and fall in love whenever you can." 

-Practical Magic

Paint Your Orgasm

 

Those who passed by and weren't aware of what was going on didn't respond well to people yelling, "Paint your orgasm!" at the top of their lungs. I couldn't help but laugh.

I was surprised by the number of people, mostly women, who were saying things like, "I've never had an orgasm. How do I paint that?" I'm very sorry for you, my dear. 

There were quite a few others writing slogans about, "Love can wait," and "This love needs a key."

 

Mine turned out like this! "Who would give law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law." 

The quote, I love. The shirt, I like it...ish. I can't promise that I'll ever actually wear it, but I may go out on a whim one day. Also, the splatters were not intentional. The girl next to me got a little paint happy and thus, my shirt ended up with splatter too. Ah, no biggie.

 

As always, I managed to make a mess. I have the paint splatters to thank for that one. My notebook looks very pretty also!

As I was standing off to the side, eating a slice of pizza and waiting for my shirt to dry, a fellow unfortunate reporting student interviewed me. It was nice being on the other side of the recorder for once. A couple more weeks and that hell is over!

More PAM...

I feel like I am using this blog as like my self-proclaimed lesbian promotion site. In reality, it's just about myself. Pride, PAM, Gay Rights, etc... it all kind of ties in with who I am and what I believe. I feel like I finally have something to stand up for and it's great!

Anyways, the point of this post is that there are tons of Pride Events going on right now. Today was the LGBT Blood Drive which I was like super excited for. My biffle and I got ourselves dressed to go out into the yucky weather, had a nice, quick lunch at Pita Pit and then headed to campus to climb aboard the Blood Bus. Guess who's iron was 11.8 today and they weren't able to give blood? Biffle got to give though (thanks to the spinach) in the name of all of those who can't. I'm proud of her. I will prevail... I will give next week just to save lives!

Tomorrow is Paint Your Orgasm. Sounds freaking awesome, right? Here's a little info in case you don't feel like following the link... lazy bones: Stop by and Paint Your Orgasm...on a T-Shirt - For Free! Paint Your Orgasm is an event unique to UF's Pride Awareness Month that encourages UF students and the Gainesville community to express their sexuality in a fun and safe environment by allowing them to paint their "orgasm" on a t-shirt. This year, PYO will be held on the Reitz Union North Lawn from 10-3 on Wednesday, April 6th, and is co-sponsored by VOX: Voices for Planned Parenthood, SG Community Involvement, Theta Nu Xi, LGBT Affairs and Multicultural and Diversity Affairs. 

There's also the Pride Awareness Film Festival going on. I may go check out a few of those, depending on my schedule. 

All in all, Pride here on campus definitely makes me proud to be a UF student... no pun intended.

☮❤♀♀

Pride Awareness Month

So I was all excited that we were going to write on our t-shirts in tie-dye. The instructions made it seem easy and the example picture looked awesome!! 

Her's was going to look something like this... ☮❤☺

Mine was going to look something like this...☮❤♀♀

However, our efforts were futile when it came to dealing with tie-dye. Instead we decided to go the traditional route and just dye the hell out of them. We're still waiting for them to dry, but I'm excited to see them. They were dyed in the name of PRIDE!!

One last thing for the night...

Some professors are simply horrid. Never ever email University of Florida math professor insert bitches' name here. 

The first time I ever asked for her help with watching online lectures, she shoved it all back in my face and basically told me to watch the whole lecture over again if there is a glitch and I would like to receive credit. Forget that it was 40+ minutes long and I was 25+ minutes into it. Let's just start it over, shall we?

Tonight, I tried every answer possible on the online warm-up/homework/pointless questions. No exaggeration. I then sent her a little email asking if maybe there was a glitch, or if perhaps I'd just overlooked something and was putting the wrong answer in. I was willing to admit my mistake. 

Her reply (word-for-word): "I can only tell you that in your last attempt you got 75%. There is no glitch in the program, you should just give the correct answers."

Way to go UF. You're great at hiring fabulous professors that love to help you and never try to belittle you in anyway.

insert expletives here

How did you know that?

 Did she say "hey" instead of "hi" because you know that means she's a lesbian, right?

-(500) Days of Summer

Party of One

I hate those days when I feel like no one wants to talk to me, be around me, deal with me, listen to me, spend time with me or have anything to do with me. Today has definitely been one of those days.

For starters, I've sent texts that have received no reply. I'm not needy and I'm not angry, but I know you have your cell phone on you. It's practically superglued to your hand. Therefore, I know I am being ignored. Oh how I hate that.

This wouldn't be such an awful, lonely predicament that I've gotten myself into if this wasn't a complete reenactment of last weekend. Friday night through Sunday is supposed to be the time I look forward to. If this is so, why oh why am I wishing for Monday morning to roll around? Maybe I just like torturing myself.

It's in times like this, times that I am sitting in my bed on a Friday night blogging, that I think to myself, I need new friends, more friends, younger friends, older friends. Contradictions, right? This little Gator Town is lacking in best friends for me. Majority of the people I am closest with don't live close by and those who do share my genes.

It's in times like this that I need to be older. I need to fit in as the little sister, not the baby sister. Twenty-one, please get here fast. Maybe then my weekends won't be so lonely.