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(no subject) [May. 2nd, 2008|12:40 am]
It's been 2 months since I last updated, apparently.

I took my BS 111 exam on Monday [havent heard back], turned in my Ethics essay Monday [also haven't heard back on that], got a 2.0 in pathophysiology, a 2.5 on that exam. Fuck my life. That is way embarrassing. You can pretty much translate that to me not getting into the College of Nursing. And maybe that's for the best? I don't know. We'll find out, now wont we?

I have an Honors Option essay for Ethics due tomorrow by midnight and an exam in microbiology [MMG 201] tomorrow morning at 7:45. CRUEL. ugh.

My phone is currently dead. It literally broke in half. [This is not my razr- that was stolen in September. I filed a police report, there was an investigation... no dice.] So, on to phone... 3, I guess? Fuck. :( So, if you call me, I can't hear you, or see that it's you, or read your texts. Black screen + no sound = :(. It vibrates though, so if someone calls I can be like, "HI I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT IF YOU EMAIL ME OR GET ON AIM I'M THERE LOL" and I feel like an ass.

JC and I have been dating for 3.5 months now. Wow... who would have guessed?? Fate works in strange ways.... My birthday's in a week. My mom's is tomorrow. I have nothing for her, but a tired, exhausted, caffeine and nicotine addicted Bethany who is about to sleep for 36 hours straight as soon as I get home.

Everything is overwhelming me. I said goodbye to Amy and Kelly today. And Toph... once he leaves, haha. We're like... family. That tacky bumper sticker app on facebook had it right... your friends in college DO become your family. I have to say goodbye to JC tomorrow for an indefinite period of time, so that'll be hard. Man, spring break was rough but... ugh. Jeeze.

I signed a lease at Avalon Co-op!! Help me decide how I should decorate my SWEET, HUGE room! :) Seriously. I need ideas. :)

Okay back to the powerpoints and books and faggotry.

<3 BT
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Spring break. [Mar. 6th, 2008|01:22 am]
How anticlimactic. I'm happy to not be in class [or to not feel the guilt of skipping =/], and I miss my Midland friends. Free delicious food and laundry. But other than that.... My parents expect me to act like I'm 15 going on 24. "No, you can't go out tonight. Get a job." 1906 is such a bad environment for me. I actually thought psychotic thoughts. I recognized them, though, and didn't do anything. It's just damned sad that this environment leads me to think like a god damned emotional psycho-teen. Probably because that's how my parents treat me. Meh. Just because I don't call you everyday doesn't mean I'm a piece of shit. It means I have a job and class and homework and a life. I'll call you when I have a chance to sleep/eat/breathe. I'm getting worked up just writing about this.

Calm down, Bethany.Collapse )

And also, for your viewing pleasure, Pictures of my man and I. Get ready to puke at how cute we are. [Yeah they're all from facebook.]Collapse )
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(no subject) [Feb. 12th, 2008|03:24 am]
I'm gay.Collapse )

Really gay.Collapse )
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(no subject) [Jan. 18th, 2008|09:15 pm]
[Current Location |135]
[mood |depressedAbout to drown my sadness]
[music |For Martha - The Smashing Pumpkins]

I'm a jackass.
I am just a really big bitch.
And I feel bad about it. Horrible, actually.
Fate is so cruel.

I wanted it so bad, but I don't want to live in a lie. So I made the decision not to. But it hurts.
Not just me. I'm hurting other people, too. But the people that love me wouldn't want me to live a lie, and thusly, the circle of "what the fuck to do" was established. I solved it. With a mediocre resolution.

I lack:
1 brain.
1 heart
1 soul
2 common senses
1 LJ friend

Songs about breaking hearts sound so cool, but breaking hearts actually is a horrendous thing to go through for both parties, and I highly advise against it. [It's so hard to make this so dry.]

Come back when you can, okay?

If you have to go, don't say goodbye
If you have to go, don't you cry
If you have to go, I will get by
Someday I'll follow you, and see you on the other side

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(no subject) [Dec. 30th, 2007|07:09 am]
Soooooo I'm "home". I dont know where "home" is right now? So I'm at my parent's house. How's that? And eating delicious foods constantly is AMAZING. So is driving cars. And not studying. And sleeping.

I got an espresso machine for Christmas! And I love it. :) We're like, BFFs now.

I went to KPs the other day and he gave me something to try. So far so good. *Thumbs up*.

I have recently become addicted to www.questionablecontent.net . Dont try the .com. It's like a porn search engine or something. It started to load and I closed the window really fast, and I'm pretty sure I made a face. Not that I'm like, anti-porn or anything, but unexpected porn- aughhh!! Someone told me to go to meatspin once. That was a mistake. Ugh. Apparently now there's a two girls one cup phenomenon? I havent seen it, and I dont want to, but when did our society refer to disgusting shit fetish porn in like, everyday life?? Apparently it's the next tubgirl. I cant believe I'm still talking about this.

Anyways, I'm excited for new years. Champagne? Yes please! I think for the next semester I will just keep white wine in my fridge at all times. Hahaha. Sometimes I imagine myself as like, a middle aged woman and what I'll be like. I think I'll be, like, the weird-but-cool mom that like, sits around and drinks wine before, during, and after dinner. The house where all the sleepovers happen. Sweeeeeeeeet.

This year at Christmas, I thought about when my dad told me Santa wasnt real and my mom got all pissed at him. And then I told Tara. And her dad got pissed at me. When did you all figure out Santa wasnt real? Even when I accidentally found one of Sarah's presents in our basement, I justified Santa's existence. Does that make me gullible or hopeful/cute? Awww baby Bethany.

I just saw on myspace (which i previously hadnt checked in like a month(s?) that Elizabeth Deitch got married and had a baby. Oh shit, guys, we're at the marriage and baby time of our lives!! Pass. Maybe later. CUTE baby though. :)

Erik posted this on his LJ and I read the whole thing and i was like "Yeah!! Yayayayayayaaaaa" etc. so if you give a shit/are bored: http://smokingsides.com/docs/whysmoke.html <--Why we smoke cigarettes.

Also, http://musicovery.com is sweet. You can like, find music by genre, time period, and MOOD. Oh yeah. It's good.

This post was pretty much pointless. See also: every other fucking LJ post I've ever made.

Call me while I'm in Midland or else you'll have to face the fact that you probably wont see me until March, and I'll be mad.

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(no subject) [Dec. 17th, 2007|04:49 am]
PS i'm really scared about my grades.
This is how bad this semester was: I got a three point in organic chem and I'm EXCITED about it. Nothing else is posted yet.

In other news, I am totally pumped to eat lots of delicious fatty foods at home. I have already rocked the breadsticks, the potato-flake chicken, the tacos, the ice cream, the chocolate milk. hahaaaaaaa I am a fatty at heart. [And everywhere else. ;)]

I will read this post in two months and crave my own apartment.

And now: chai with a side of sleeping pills. YES.
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(no subject) [Dec. 17th, 2007|04:26 am]
I'm retarded.Collapse )
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(no subject) [Oct. 21st, 2007|09:18 pm]
what do you guys do to relax?

also, what do you do to get inspired to do shit that you dont wanna do? =/
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(no subject) [Sep. 21st, 2007|02:06 am]
[Current Location |135 east holden]
[mood |pissed offshit on.]
[music |my brain going crazy]

Note to self: do not treat friends like shit.

Article I. Whether they treat you like shit or not shall hold no bearing.
Article II. Absence of treating friends like shit shall not ensure absence of friends treating you like shit.
Article III. Do not be an asshole.
Article IV. Do not break promises.
Article V. Life is too short to be pissed at people who don't give a flying fuck about you.
Article VI. Do not be surprised if friends don't care; they are also human and have the right to change their mind about you at any time. Whether or not you did anything shal hold no bearing.
Article VII. Think about your actions and the impact they have on others.
Article VIII. Do not expect them to do the same.

Real post later, god damn could I be more stressed out? No. Also if anyone sees my damned phone, let me know.
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(no subject) [Aug. 22nd, 2007|01:22 am]
oh, and for the love of all that is good in the world, somebody think of a screen name for me.
Bee [something] or i dont know. something that i wouldnt feel like a jackass telling to my grandma [the sane one.] something thoughtful or bethany-like. i dont know. because if i did, i wouldnt be writing this.

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