Don’t you love when posts start like that? I do.

But it was a very interesting party. The girl throwing it didn’t do a very good job of inviting people, but did an excellent job of distributing glow sticks. Personally, I hope they were non-toxic, because there was a bit of ingestion. You know, it happens… But it was a very exciting night.

After discovering that when glow stick break, the glowing liquid leaks out, we took it upon our selves to begin painting on the floor, walls, and our bodies. Unfortunately there weren’t too many good pictures since it was dark. But we did have fun sculpting genitalia with the glow sticks. Yeah, we’re that awesome.

Needless to say, we made a bit of a mess. Luckily, once the glow fades, it wont be noticeable….hopefully.

But I saw more penis that I ever really needed to,  most of which drawn in the glow liquid on the floor. I mean, it got detailed and labeled. Is that really all people my age think about? But then again, who am I to talk? I ended the night making out in the backseat of a car. Ahh just like high school. haha, good times, only now I don’t have a ridiculous midnight curfew. scorage.

Wade is my traveling squirrel. Yes, squirrel. Mlah won on this one. But yes, Wade will travel with me to the various places I go. Class, parties, behind the shed out back, work, the soccer field, etc. Yeah that’s right, the really will be – the roaming squirrel. And thanks to camera phones, I will have access everywhere I go to take pictures! hah.

Fear the squirrel.

You never know if he may end up somewhere near YOU!

Today I went to the first meeting of the Middle Eastern Dance Association (MEDA). I’m intrigued. It’s fun, and some of my friends are running it, so I don’t feel like a complete fool shaking my hips around in awkward circle-like movements. I actually had to skip soccer practice to go, shhhh! No telling coach.

But I learned some sweet new stuff. I’m brining my camera next time too. And we got to wear these neat wraps around our hips so that we would jingle when we moved. I learned to how to make snake hands which was pretty cool when you figured out how to make it flow. I looked more like I was flapping. You have to remember: elbow, wrist, fingers, down. That’s the order your hand moves up in, then as the other hand comes down the other arm starts up. It’s hard to do, but it was the first meeting, so yeah… I’ll practice.

We also learned to shimmy. That.. will take a lot of practice. But its fun! shimmy shimmy shimmy!

The final thing we learned today was to make hip circles. THAT was fun. Soon, I’m gonna learn all this, and be freaking awesome. I’m excited. I’m make sure to get some pictures to post up here. I don’t know if we will do any events, Miami tends to stress diversity, so maybe we will get to perform at a fair or something.

Yeah, in a few more weeks, I’ll be shaking like Shakira. Just have to work on these washboard abs now. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve got a nice flat stomach from soccer, but if I’m gonna be showing it off, I need to maybe define a little. Any tips for exercises?

My psych professor the other day showed the class a power point. The subject was perception, like how we perceive depth and what not. There were lots of fancy terms, but I can’t remember any of them because I was so entranced by the plastic gnome that kept reappearing in each picture she showed us. Now, everyone has that professor that is a little “out there,” but this woman is waaaay out there. She is my favorite.

But back the gnome. Apparently, while she was traveling around Europe, she stole this plastic gnome from a friend of hers and proceeded to take pictures with it everywhere she went. Very similar to the Travelocity “Roaming Gnome.” oh! OH! how clever. She even claims to still have the gnome. Personally, I want proof. More pictures!

But my teacher’s bemusing antics got me thinking. I need a little AtraVovi mascot.

Oh, it’s coming. Just you wait.

A friend of mine said the best thing tonight. I just had to share.

“I really don’t understand handjobs. I can do that to myself, thanks. Why don’t we do something that I can’t do and I’ll just do what your doing now…later.” - Andrew.

Admit it, it’s true. And I know, while you read it, you were nodding. I love this kid, he speaks nothing but truth.

Yep this year I’m actually going to try and write a crappy-ass novel full of errors and grammatical mistakes. There will be almost no plot, and the ideas will be inconsistent. I will drive myself mad and probably lose hair over it. And on top of this, work, and school, I will attempt to have a social life as well. I already signed up (look for me: atravovi)! I don’t know about anyone, but I am quite excited. At least I get a whole week at Thanksgiving to relax and write while I avoid my red-neck, hummer-loving, college what? relatives. 

One more reason I look forward to November…

I’ll start outlining now I guess, since I can’t start writing for about another two weeks (and by then, I’m sure to have forgotten) Please remind me! heh Maybe I’ll post a few teasers, you know, before I send it off to get it published and it becomes the next great American Best-seller and the novel to categorize my generation for years to come.
Now, I just need an idea….

So I had an awkward moment today. I had come back from soccer practice, and was sitting at my computer, minding my own business, when my room mate walks in and throws something at me. *GASP* It’s the bra I had been wearing earlier before I had gone to change for practice. [Insert awkward silence] Apparently, she had found it outside in the hall, just uh…. lying there. How she knew it was mine, I’m not sure. It may have been the fact that is was the black, lacy one I tend to hang out in our room in when I don’t feel like wearing a shirt. She has become quite familiar with my underwear.

I was very glad to have it back. It would have been a shame to lose it. I guess it had fallen out of my bag when I was coming back to the room. Really need to remember to zip up my bag.

Not to mention how surprised I was that it was abducted by the boys across the hall, which no doubt I’ll be writing about later. They are… quite the characters. Actually, I wonder how many people just passed it in the hall. Did they just wonder about it? If I saw a bra in the hall, I would probably check the size to see if it would fit me. Can’t have enough black, lacy bras, I always say!

But anyway, for all those who were worried, my favorite bra has been returned to me after the short period of which I did not even realize it was missing.

Maybe next time I can avoid this predicament by just not wearing one during the class before practice. I’m sure the guy who sits next to me wouldn’t mind.

So I was reading up on the news, well actually just looking at “the fan” on the comcast.net homepage, and I came across something I found very amusing. I was disappointed though, that I couldn’t find any sort of link to put here, since the fan is flash. But if you want to go search it, try comcast. There should be a link somewhere on there. Sorry to make you search.

[Edit: To read an actual article on the event visit here.]

But anyway, apparently a few friendly neighborhood cops had chosen to dine at the local Burger King establishment in their neighborhood. Innocent enough, yes? WELL! Upon looking over their incredibly nutritious meals, they discovered a “little extra leaf” in addition to their lettuce. Apparently, some of the fine employees of the BK restaurant had added some *gasp* weed, grass, mary-jane, yes that’s right-marijuana-to their burgers. The “suspects” were apprehended and the police rushed to the hospital.

First off, when you eat at ANY burger king, you are taking your life into your own hands. At least they knew what was on their burger, it’s what was in it that they should have been worried about. Besides, I find it amusing that they examined their food. Did it taste funny? Lets be honest, everything from that place “tastes funny.” They obviously had to know what they were tasting.

But my favorite part was that they were “rushed to the hospital” for treatment. Treatment for what? That was probably the best day at work they’ve had in years!

I guess now we know they call them Happy Meals.

So I assume everyone has heard of the Senator Foley scandle? The one sending sexual emails to teenage boys? yes? Well, I heard my first Foley joke the other day. My goodness its a giggler.

Q: Why doesnt Senator Foley use bookmarks?

A: Because he prefers to bend his pages over!

*giggle* *giggle* *snort*

Yes, now you have a fantastic gay senator joke to share with all your friends. I know I have.

Ah Love. Love is like roses; they look beautiful for a few days, and then die. And look like shit. Yet, everyone adores roses and wants roses!

I was talking to a dear friend of mine, who shares a good deal of the relationship problems I have had/have. Amazing how generally all problems are similar. Someone else, communication, distance, time management, etc. They are always the same. (oh and there is always the case where, I’m sorry but she/he just doesn’t like you.)

Well, I’m sure everyone can agree. Love sucks. We’ve all heard it, we’ve all said it. It’s true. Love sucks. All love is heartache and heartbreak. Stress and emotional breakdowns. All for those moments that seem like the greatest rewards. So are we dealing with all the shit to get these rewards? This is like extreme behaviorist psychology, or maybe love is just a drug. We will pay all the money we have and forget everything else, just to get that high, and when we don’t have it, we go through the most painful and miserable withdrawals.

Amazing the comparisons, yes?

Well here it is. I’m throwing it in, yes that’s right the “M” word. Marriage. Marriage is basically cementing your love, stating its true, and promising to put up with all the bullshit. It’s basically making a life long commitment to that drug of your choice and keeping the same bunch of roses for years and years.

Bleak, I know.

Yet still there is hope, because that small bit of time when people are happy, those blissful highs, those are amazing. They are the most wonderful things anyone can ask for. I know I love them, and I miss them every minute of every day. Lets be honest, I know I’m not the only one that would agree, I would die for those moments. They mean that much to me. Because they last, they last in your head and in your heart. They last forever. And even when you’re miserable, memories seem to get you through. Those memories pick you back up, give you a kick in the ass, and say “You know you want more!”

So I guess I can sum it up by saying that when it comes to love and eventually marriage, it’s all about finding the perfect thing:

Someone you feel it’s worth putting up with all the heartbreak and misery for, just go get that high.