500 Days of Binging.

I'm currently eating anything that is in sight.

I'm actually kinda disgusted by all of the food and eating, except for the fact that I love it before and during, but never after. I'm not going to bore anyone and list what I've eaten all day but my stomach is not only bloated from that time of month, but it is carrying a food baby that grows each moment I stuff my face with food.

Enough moody complaints!

The three of us, D, Banana, and I, went to Coldstone's and Wauldbaum's to get ice cream and baking supplies. It was fun.

We baked our friend Bengali Skank a beautiful funfetti cake with many decorations. Pictures should be posted soon.

The next item on the list is to watch 500 Days of Summer, which was a great movie that makes you think. I enjoyed it, especially the little musical part. I feel like I watched a lot of good movies lately.

Oh update just now, Bengali Skank won't be making it to karaoke tomorrow in Brooklyn. That sucks.

I'm going to go eat some more now... maybe.

Infertile Butt Dials.

I woke up this morning to find out I'm not pregnant. Yes folks, my lady time has come.

I've been getting consistent butt dials from crew boy for about three days in a row now, not counting random times throughout the winter. I'm hoping that it'll stop soon because I dislike waking up to the vibrate from my phone.

I went to Target with a friend to pick up some essentials. I felt like crap because I'm actually being a woman for once and getting cramps. We went to Friendly's afterward.

The most exciting part of my day was when I found out D was caller number 106 on the radio! She won some Lady Gaga stuff and in a drawing for tickets as well.

As of now, we're all just gathered around the table on our laptops and listening to music. I'm not sure what's on the agenda for tonight though. My friend coming from Vestal is down and told me to go to a party at her boyfriend's place. I'm not sure though... we'll see what happens.

I'm A Youth in Revolt.

The only reason this is being updated as Saturday is because it is 1:00 something in the morning, which counts as Friday night still.

I purposely ignored phone calls and text messages due to my beautiful sleep. I was supposed to meet up with my ex-manager for her to give me my money. No, I didn't get fired, and no, it is not for a shady transaction.

Work went by slow as usual. I got to work with a familiar face. During work I found out a customer went to ASU and we had an Arizonian connection... kinda... whatever.

After work, Banana, Joaquin, and I went back to California Pizza Kitchen to try some new pizza choices. Banana went with the BBQ Chicken, Joaquin got white pizza, and I decided to be fun and get half Tostada and half Chipotle. Chipotle was definitely the winner of the night. I was peer pressured to leave only a $7.98 tip for a $60.02 meal because the waiter was bad. Joaquin ran to his car as we left the restaurant.

We met up with D and Karp at the movie theater to watch Youth in Revolt.

On the way to the theater, the song Fifteen by Taylor Swift was playing. I yelled someone about when you're fifteen a boy will sex you after he says he loves you.

I then thought aloud, "When I sexed, none of my men said they loved me!"

Joaquin pointed out, "You weren't fifteen!"

Anyway, as for the title of this blog, I'm not really a youth in revolt. Just bored and still boy-less.

"I want to tickle your belly button... from the inside."

The movie was actually really funny. I thought it wouldn't be as awesome since I saw so many previews already. I laughed when a brown character came on the movie screen because I knew I was going to get shit for that. My prediction was right as D looked over and laughed. Banana was like, "Do you like his accent? It's cool, I like it." Oh dear.

Now we're just sitting around D's room on our laptops. The plan was to play Dirty Minds again, but I don't know if that's going to happen.

Oh yeah, I totally used the line, "I want you to tickle my bellybutton... from the inside." on a boy, but he was confused. Hehe.

Access Denied.

Thursday was a full day with an early start and somewhat normal end.

We were thrilled to find out that there would only be the morning session for transfer student orientation, which would hopefully have us ending around 2:00 PM.

I saw a somewhat interesting boy as I brought a group of students to the third floor, he totally said hi when I smiled. Anyway, after the presentation he asked me a few questions and I was then left alone to man the info room, which by the way is the loneliest and most boring job ever. I managed to see him again and helped him out when a fellow co-worker asked some questions. The co-worker then brought the boy to me since I'm the last stop that students go to. Even though the boy already came to me first, he still lingered as we made small talk.

This is where the situation got out of hand.

I WAS COCK BLOCKED !

Both, intentionally AND unintentionally, but to keep it short, let's just say I was unprofessional and got his phone number.

After work, a few of us went to visit an adviser and I told him about being cock blocked.

D stated, "He has a lip ring, tell me how it is."

I then said, "He said it was new and it's kinda chapped."

The adviser said something along the lines of "lip rings cause injuries".

Then I said, "...but then I can't play."

At D's, we played Dirty Minds. D was pretty good, good enough to get the word "Spackle".

Laser tag was next. It was fairly exciting and I finally got the various things to do in order to win. It's much more than just shooting the opponent. There was some weird thing about getting to the opposite base and shoot at something. See I wish I knew the rules before playing. We almost didn't make it to the first game though, but luckily we did.

We all went to bed early Thursday night and all was well... except for me being cock blocked.

Donuts and Pizza.

An update for each day missed will hopefully make me feel better about being such a lazy bum.

D left for home on Wednesday morning as I continued to sleep through whatever was left of the day. I vaguely remember crawling into D's bed before she left as Banana was on the computer. After about an hour of sleep, I woke up and got ready for my first day back to work since about three weeks.

I believe the only good part of my day was getting a new yellow shirt and hat. You see, I've always wanted a yellow shirt because I have the red shirt. My life is complete.

Everything else about the store was similar, except for the new and improved machines and the placement of everything. I got used to it throughout the evening.

After work, I got a text from Banana saying that Joaquin was with her and they were going for dinner at California Pizza Kitchen. I went to meet them there.

Banana got the Thai pizza, Joaquin the Meat Lover's and Pesto Chicken, and I got the Greek pizza. NO ONE WANTED A SLICE OF MY PIZZA. That was upsetting... not really.

Sexless Chicken.

I woke up at 3:00 in the afternoon, and my eyes were not the size of the moon. Perhaps if it was 9:00 in the afternoon, then that would be a different story.

It took me a while to put on my face and get dressed. I decided to visit some friends in Queens. The plan was to visit one group who was having a gathering of sorts, then see another friend who I haven't seen since September, possibly have some fun time, and then meet up with Joaquin and Banana in the city for some chicken and rice.

The first stop consisted of Forgetting Sarah Marshall, pizza, and Scattergories. In fact, that was the first time I played the game.

Excuses for being late, letter rolled J, answer: Jacking Off


The gathering.

My other two plans did not happen which left me friendless and funless. Chicken and rice however, was a fun trip.

I met up with Joaquin and Banana at Woodside and I kept on their tail as we went to and from the city. On our way back on the LIE, I ended up taking exit 38 to the Northern State as Joaquin continued on to exit 42. After driving by myself, I received a phone call from Banana asking where I was. They were about four exits ahead of me. Seeing this as a challenge, I sped up from the usual 60-70 mph range to a good 80-90 mph.

After looking for a familiar license plate number, I still could not find the two. I called Banana to see how far along they were. I was catching up and only about a half an exit behind! Soon enough I got a text message telling me to slow down. I knew my purple lights were in their view.

I finally caught up to them near a stoplight. I tried to pull up next to Joaquin, but it was interpreted as an invitation for a race. Going back and forth we zigzagged while speeding. Joaquin used slow moving cars to prevent me from going through and eventually we both came to a stop at a red light. I told them, "I'M DONE! THIS IS TOO DANGEROUS!" But as the light turned green, I zoomed ahead (unintentionally!!!) at 60 mph.

Joaquin was not about to be defeated as he tried to pass me in the single lane upon Stony Brook Road. Coming from my right side, driving on side where cars are parked, he tried to pass me. Luckily, there was a parked car and he was unable to pass me. However, I am terribly sorry that they almost crashed.

After turning in on campus, Joaquin once again tried to pass me. Luckily, there was a bus in the lane with OPPOSITE traffic, preventing him from pulling ahead. Then as we turned into the apartments, I purposely swayed in whatever direction that he tried to go in order to pass me.

In the end, he still managed to park first on the other side of the parking lot. It was all in good fun though.

Back at D's, we ate our lamb and rice.

D and I

Now we are currently all on our laptops, updating blogs.

Laptops along with some lamb and rice.

Work tomorrow.

Homeless in January.

This is a new blog.

My name is not Roxy, but I am 20, and I am a college student.

This is my disgusted face.

It's only been about four days since I came back from the west coast for the holidays. I'm technically not homeless, just bumming it at my friend D's since her dorms are open throughout the winter. My friend Banana is also staying with D.

To pass the time here, we're all welcoming incoming transfer students and freshmen to our university. Another job that I'm currently working at is serving coffee at the local Dunkin' Donuts.

I officially woke up this afternoon around 3:00 PM after a night just hanging out with some friends. Unfortunately I woke up a few times before that as well, leaving some of last night's drinks in the toilet bowl. My friend José did not settle well inside my stomach.

After doing some damage control with "accidental" texts from the previous night, D and I went out with another friend to get dinner at Friendly's. We were all zoning out from being hungry. We came back and invited some others over. Enchanted was the movie that was decided on and that entertained us for a bit.

So my days here have been work and play.

I think I could get used to this.