So I went to walmart the other day on a weekend trip. Yeah again, college, we shop where it’s cheap.

And outside was this stand and a lady dressed in a nice suit. She was standing next to a little stand. There were books lined up and all I saw was “Dianetics” and I instantly knew before she even approached my friends and I, she was a scientologist. Ironically the first place I went was to the south park episode about Scientology. I laughed a little, especially when she came up to us and asked if we wanted a personality test.

I didn’t even stop. I kept walking and said, “No thanks, I don’t do cults. But tell Xenu I said hi.” She just looked at me, and I went inside walmart to do my shopping.

When I left I saw a poor woman sitting at the stand getting her personality test. They would no doubt tell her she is depressed and for a nominal fee, they can make her all better!

I don’t get sciontologist. I mean, I can understand the people that were born into it and just get it beat into their heads. Its not their fault! But the people like Tom Cruise who just all the sudden are like, OMGZ SCIENTOLOGY! on bull fucking shit.

Seriously, I mean…come on. You alienate people who disagree with you, accost those who are naysayers. Those who leave you, you threaten and kill.

and you DON’T see something wrong with that?

Man I can’t wait to get flamed for this, I hear they have people roaming the internet just to yell at people who say bad things about them.

I guess I get a little too pissed about this, I’ve just read so many article about people who came out to talk about this ridiculous cult and then are later killed….by the cult they tried to escape.

Religion is about morals…not about giving money to a cult developed by a science fiction writer.

GO ANONYMOUS! lolz

I like my coffee with a shot of vanilla syrup, milk, and sugar.

How do you like yours?

That, or a vanilla latte…mmmm tastey

As of the signing this morning, my 6 friends and I, yes thats 7 girls all together, will be living in a house just off campus known as “Paid Vacation.” I will get my very own room! And all that good stuff. This is very exciting, especially with the ordeal that we went through to get the house.

It all began the first weekend back to school. We hadn’t even started classes yet and we were out, knocking on people’s doors, asking to see their houses. We had two weeks to find one we liked, talk to the house owners, and get the lease signed.

The house we absolutely fell in love with was named Endzone, it was HUGE, brand new remodeling, three floors, three kitchens, 8 rooms. yeah - it was awesome. But it was also over 3k a semester to rent. That is really freaking expensive.

So we kept looking around.

And we talked to the renting company.

And we bugged them some more.

Until finally they essentially promised us a house. They gave us a list, sent us out to look at all their houses, and we got to pick the ones we wanted. Then they told us we would have to wait, they would let us know who was re-signing and who was passing their house down, and things like that.

So it was the night before we were supposed to find out. And one of the girls calls - she decided not to live with us. That put us in a really bad position. We needed to find one more person to live with us to get the house we wanted!

So we set out on a quest….at 10pm the night before. Lucky for us, 3 sorority girls we sort of knew were looking for a place to live. We had them join our group.

The next morning we get a call, we were getting Paid Vacation which had a small second house attached to it for 3 people. Perfect! It worked out really well. 7 in the main house, 3 in the small once.

We got up this morning at 8am. Signed the papers, paid our deposits, and now we are all set for next year.

I feel kinda nervous, its like graduating from dorms! But it will be a great learning experience, and it will be awesome to live with my friends.

Wish me luck haha

So I had this gift card to a salon/spa and I thought it would be fun to do something different, something for summer. Since I had already gotten my hair cut, I went for a procedure brand new to me — hair removal. Sure, like most girls, I’ve had my eyebrows waxed, which reminds me, I need to do that…. But anyway, I opted for: The Brazilian Bikini Wax.

So I made the appointment, and lets just say, calling that in is half the battle. I got some guy named Chris and I had to say to him “yes I’d like all my pubes ripped out” except not like that, I was must more professional, I said please.

The day I went in for the appointment, I went to check in and I of course went to the wrong desk. I didn’t know the “hair desk” didn’t mean hair removal. The girl, instead of understanding what I was saying, kept trying to set me up to have extensions removed. Then when the manager finally came over and explained to her that she was retarded, I was sent to the correct desk and checked in.

I took a seat and waited to be fetched. That took a good twenty minutes which just got my nerves going. I mean, I had no idea what I would say to this woman, or what she would say to me.

Then she came and got me. She took me to a room, had me undress the bottom and lay under a towel. She asked if I was ready, I just laughed uneasily. Then she asked if I wanted her to leave any. I was so close to asking if she could do stars, but i decided against it.

And then… the first rip. There was no warning, no count, no “okay here goes.” No, she just RIPPED it out. I was not ready.
But she made me feel plenty comfortable, both of us just kept talking and talking, about random things. She told me about past clients, I made jokes. I told her they should provide complementary ball and gags for the screamers. She seemed to find this funny…as she RIPPED my pubes out.

She says it makes for great therapy. I bet, causing other people pain always makes me feel better…heh. But then she asked if I wanted my tushie waxed. Heck why not. That was actually the least painful part.

Let me tell you, that shit HURTS. But I was good, I didn’t scream or cry! But that ride home in the car was tear-worthy. 90 degrees out, and a throbbing pubic region, I was not happy. I went home and put a bag of frozen peas on my crotch.

But while it was painful, John seemed to very much appreciate it. hehe

I know, it’s been almost a month. And even John has been bothering me to write. Truth is, I’m so stressed. I’m working on dropping a class right now because I just don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.

Otherwise, I have a fun post in the works from summer which is on it’s way, and once I learn how to get into here from my computer class, I’ll probably be updating from there.

Good new! my friends and I have a house! I’ll write a whole post about that too, so much stress involved there. We sign the lease tomorrow!

Otherwise, stress! Stress! stress! work! but I promise i’m not gone, but i bet my readers are *cries*