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Here is an extremely cunty blog. Given what I've reviewed so far, I think that's saying something.
So immediately the first thing I notice is all of her entries are entitled "# love" which conveniently tells me she has 55 entries so far.

I'm sitting in class right now and I shouldn't be doing this but I am. I've been thinking a lot lately about life and love.

Oh boy I'm in for it now.

I want to feel love. I want to be loved by someone and not because of family ties. I want to feel that love between two people who love each other and just want to be around each other.

I want to feel that love between two people who love each other. As opposed to the love between two people who hate each other, I suppose.

But I've noticed something with the guys I'm always around.

Oh let me guess, they're not up to your queenly standards.

Most of them don't really want to find a girl to date. They say they do but their actions speak otherwise. They are mostly focused on having sex.

Fair enough I suppose.

It hasn't really bothered me before and it doesn't really bother me now.

So we're going on about this why, exactly?

What they do with their own lives is not my problem. As long as I'm not having to put up with any strange chicks, I'm fine. And Avon Girl and I have already told the three guys we're living with next year this.

DON'T HIT ON ME, SILLY BOYS. I have also taken it upon myself to upgrade your grammar.

Send any chicks out the back door if you have to, just don't let them bother me and they are not allowed in my room/bathroom.

THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID WOOOOOOOO-- wait.

The problem arises though when I realize that most of the guys I'm around are like this but I want something so different. It's my own fault though.

Maybe I'm a little off today but I feel like I'm missing a really obvious burn or something.

So much has happened but hasn't in the past few days.

First off, at the Halloween Rave, CS (who I'm now dubbing Benediction) broke Rock Chick's heart.

I hate it when people with blogs nickname all their friends out of fear that someone will figure out who they are. I don't give a shit who or what "Benediction" is (outside of the white mage two hour ability in FFXI of course) and I don't know who "Rock Chick" is but I resent the implication of having to use these nicknames to refer to these assholes if I want. Fortunately I'll never want to, but still.
Hopefully Benediction is a lot like the FFXI ability: guaranteed death for the user.

He knows she liked him but he made out with her best friend right in front of her. Before he took X. She's really bummed out by this and says that all her feelings for him have been killed by that one thing.

The other big thing is this weird ass dream I had. I want to return to it. It was so amazing but I don't remember the details. Only that I want to go back.

Before he took X. Clearly there's a lot of responsible behavior occurring here, so I'm amazed anyone is butthurt (not really amazed, it's a figure of speech, okay) over what goes on here.

I didn't go out on Halloween. I stayed in my dorm, studied some, worked a little on a paper, and did laundry.

Oh poor you. Who gives a shit? I did homework and studied, too. No one but assholes and kids go out for Halloween.
In fact, all holidays are mad fucking gay.
I don't mean that as an insult, either. Anyone who participates in these holidays is literally homosexual.

Also, played a ton of this new ds game I got. It was a quiet night and I don't feel as though I wasted my time. Because d Deep down, I really didn't want to go out.

You and your sentence fragments.

Cobra Starship and Girl Talk were in town last week.

You come up with really dumb nicknames, holy Christ. If you called me "Cobra Starship" our relationship would end immediately.

I've got awesome self-control. I don't drink, in fact I do not enjoy the taste of alcohol at all. The only drug I tried was weed and the only reason I did was because the boyfriend I had at the time did it.

>Implying not liking something equates to self control
>implications

I'd pray that Avon Girl wakes up and realizes what she's doing to herself but we're both atheists, so praying seems kind of silly.

Huh.

And then last night, Avon Girl and I went over to The Hatted One's house and chilled there for hours. Like, we left the dorm around 9 pm and it was 4 am when we were leaving the house.

No, definitely don't care about this.

Well, this seems like a kind of momentous occasion as this is the 50th Love, though not the 50th entry since there are a few heartbreaks and a meme. But still, 50th positive entry and I only started this thing back in February.

YOU'RE A BUNCH OF BULLSHIT.

Too bad it took me three years, one lost virginity, tons of late night drunk phone calls, and too many tears to count to figure this all out.

At dinner, I was sitting between the Romanian and the Protector and the Romanian was getting the Protector riled up. Like, the Protector seriously looked like he might do something to hurt the Romanian.

I'm sorry it's really hard to take whatever you're saying seriously with nicknames like that. Well, it's hard to take what you say seriously in general, but you get my meaning.

I dunno how we got on the topic but I mentioned that the best way to know how I'm feeling without me saying anything is how I'm playing with my hair.

Great I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

The Protector is a good friend. He's a criminal justice major and going into law at some point in the future. He's all about trying to help people. He has a strong sense of honor and justice. He protects people, it's what he does.

Whenever she goes on about "The Protector" I can only think about one thing:
Holy shit I love kung fu movies.

My mind is still just blown on this whole Indie thing.

See, Avon Girl likes the Romanian. Oh yeah, that should be a fun weekend. He lives near me and will be going home with me and possibly back or I might be coming back with him and his family. But yeah, there's that. And that's all cool even though she dated the President for 9 months basically.

And Rock Girl likes CS, which I had a feeling about for a while. I wasn't sure but I had a good feeling.

Oh please, do continue.

Oh, I almost forgot about Sempai

What

But seriously, Sempai and I hung out for something like 10+ hours yesterday and it was so fun. I could fall for him, I'm realizing now. Last semester, my mind was more focused on Jason and that sit. but really, why not with Sempai? Well, we're at different stages which would make it kind of hard.

What

What's with me and jobs?

Sorry. If it seems like I'm using a lot of images to make up for my painful lack of content today, you'd be right.

I can't seem to get a normal one. Over the summer I drove an ice cream truck. In the fall, I get to be a telemarketer.

Yeah, wow. Ice cream truck driver and telemarketer. Those jobs are positively bonkers!

But there's a little optimist in me. Normally she doesn't really speak up and just lets the pessimist take control of my outlook. But when it comes to love and relationships, she can't help but hold firm and strong, believing that somewhere out in this wide and crazy world, there is someone like that, and that when I find that person, that's it, I'll be happy and need nowhere else to look.

WOW THE TALK OF A RAVING PESSIMIST HOLY SHIT.
Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt, you're not pessimistic.

There's a person I haven't really mentioned that I probably should soon. That's Sempai. We've been friends for just about as long as I've been friends with anyone else. He's roughly a year and a half older, though 2 grades above, thus the name.

Yeah the word you're looking for is Senpai, chief. As I understand it those people (and by "those people" I mean silly people who don't write their words using Roman letters) write it like this:
先輩
But realistically they probably just write it like this: せんぱい
Kanji is for nerds.
I mean I know the "n" and "m" are right next to each other and look basically the same (one hump or two, who can keep track?) but let me assure you that they are, in fact, different.

He wants to go to this Korean place nearby. His reason, when I asked, was that I was the only person that seemed to like Korean food, nevermind that there were at least two others in the room that said they'd like to try it.

I don't want to hurt Sempai's feelings. But like I said, I don't see him in a romantic way. I could, I admit, but I don't.

Starting to read like an animu now.
Yeah I think I'm done. I can only take so much of this shit before losing interest. I'm guessing that's just happened because I'm looking at my school essays like it's something really interesting.