9. The Time Does Fly!

Wowow. I don't know what happened or how I forgot about this blog, but boy life got ridiculous in between then.

Let's just do the usual lack-of-detail-updates associated with lengthy absences.

1. Robbie and I dated. It was an absolute disaster, and needless to say I have learned my lesson.
2. There has been an UNHEALTHY amount of Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice dictating my free time, which I will never ever complain about.
3. I STILL have not had sex, which is, I suppose, a good thing, purely for the purposes of this blog, but no other reason.
4. For about a month, I dated a mute frat boy, and that didn't get me laid either, though that one was my choice. I still have standards, you guys.
5. Kay and I don't live together anymore, and I miss her so incredibly much, but I know she loves where she is at.
6. There has been a few drunken hookups, which I can cross of my virginal bucket list:

• James - made out in front of a fireplace while his best friend was in the other room pretending to be asleep. 
• Ray - made out with after the makeout with James in front of the fireplace.
• Lily - uh....yeah. Katy Perry song anyone? Sorry I'm not sorry.

Junior year is proving to be a very interesting year thus far.

Thanks so much to Kiwi for reminding me about this blog, I completely spaced I even started it.

Hopefully I'll keep up this time.
A

8. Sex the fuck up.

I apologize for the profanity that is going to be slewn forth in this post. But fuckin' shit.


This week sucks. But today was good. And recently I have had a real craving to have sex. I won't, but it seems like it could be a good idea. But I don't know why I would all of a sudden start feeling that? Maybe it's the fact that I am almost 21 years old and have done nothing more than make out with a few guys? I have no reason to want sex. Especially at this moment in my life when I am too fucking busy to even sleep?


I apologize again. Profanity. Not healthy for a future teacher. But this frustration goes past the endless amounts of schoolwork and classes and projects and readings and assignments. I want physical interaction. Enough said.

7. An update in the masses

1. Life is crazy, and classes are not the best thing to be in when you are on a mission to not become the last virgin in college.

2. Friends get you through it. Kiwi and Kay are the most beautiful things in the world.

3. Teachers who don't know what they are doing will be the death of me.

4. If I could just sit at home and write and blog all day I would.

5. Robbie and I are inseperable. He's a good snuggler. Hmmm.....

6. If I read one more article about the burden of being a minority, I may scream.

6. It has been a while.

Sadly, though as long as it has been, there is no new virginal news. I am still one, and besides the drinking (which I have taken a current liking to) there has been no experimentation. 


Recently, though, I have taken a liking to dance parties, especially ones involving friends and songs about boy bashing. Not that I have a reason to be boy bashing, but still, it just seems as if it were a thing that a college girl should do on her weekends.


Hung out with Robbie all weekend, as well as Kiwi and Kay (don't know how her name is spelled this week). We tried to get Robbie to drink, because he finally turned 21, but all he had was a shot and a wine cooler. Eh, he doesn't like it so much. I hope he doesn't think I am becoming a lush. 


Amelia

5. Girls Night In

Kiwi, Kaleigh (except she is spelling her name Kayleigh today, or this week) and I are sitting around watching movie trailers. Kiwi has a thing for Jake Gyllenhaal. One day, she is going to wear a trench coat and be completely naked under it and walk into a boy's house (Love and Other Drugs). She has guts, I must say. Especially last night, when she was making out with the hottest male specimen in the entire department. God, I'm jealous.


My drunken escapades didn't lead to any drunken hookups. Hmmm. Maybe next time?

4. Party.

There is a party tonight. I'm going. I just thought I should let you know. This doesn't happen often. Perhaps a breakthrough in loss of virginal status will occur. 


I'll keep you posted.


Amelia


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I got drunk. It was seriously an out of body experience. I seriously don't know how to explain it to people, but you all probably don't need it explained. I mean, it was fun, but weird. And now I just feel a titch odd this morning. Like, a little bit sad. Is that normal?

3. A Friend Portfolio

I'd just like to dedicate this post to my wonderful and eccentric friends. It's not fair for me to keep them to myself, so I'd just like to introduce them to you for future reference. 

#1. Kimberly "Kiwi"
Don't ask me why we call this girl Kiwi, but for some reason it fits. She is super small and super sweet, but she packs a punch. She is pretty much the gateway to my knowledge of all things sex, drugs, and booze. She's not a wild girl, but she has way more experience than anyone I hang out with.


#2. Kaleigh "Kay"
Kay is a little more reserved and level-headed than Kiwi. But she does have this little quirk where she changes the spelling of her name every couple weeks. She says she gets restless and needs to change something as a little bit of personal rebellion. 


#3. Robbie
Robbie is going to be the voice of man-kind in this little blog. Don't get me wrong, he's precious and I love him, but he's kind of a nerd. But for all the ladies out there, he's the kind of guy you want to marry. He takes care of you.


Those are the main stream. Others may be mentioned, but I figured I should start at the top. 


By the way, the dictionary.com word of the day is autoschediastical (aw-toh-SKEE-dee-az-tik-uhl). It means something improvised or extemporized. Go out and use it tomorrow. 


Amelia

2. The First Day of School

I always feel woefully unprepared for the first day of second semester. 


Not only am I not ready to face the trenches loaded with homework and labs and projects and papers, but the most tedious of all the pointless assignments: reading the syllabi. Really, who cares?


I had a discussion with my best guy friend, Robbie, today about the differences between being innocent and promiscuous. We've established that, although a girl can be innocent, she can still be HORNY beyond belief, she just keeps it under control. This is completely true, for me at least. I won't speak for the promiscuous girls. 


But today, everywhere I went, there it was. Sex, sex, sex. Guys. Girls. Kissing. Holding hands. Rubbing parts. We all know it's there. We all think about it constantly. Even I, as a virgin, think about having sex. A LOT. Its human nature. I see a cute guy, I wonder what he is like in the sack. But the point is, I don't do it. Because as much as I think I would like sex (and as much as ex-boyfriends tell me how good I would be at it), whoever gets my virginity is going to be very special to me. Because I am a picky girl. I have not lost my virginity strictly on my choice. 


And that's the way the cookie crumbles. Don't tell Robbie that I wonder sometimes what he's like in the sack.


(PS Easy A is like my favorite movie right now, and it's super all about sex, so bear with me if I quote it.)


Amelia

1.

1. My name is Amelia. 
2. I'm a college sophomore. 
3. I'm an Education major. We won't specify at what school in what area of expertise, but I can say that I am pretty much doomed for all eternity and I just hope my life could possibly turn into the Freedom Writers story. *If you don't know what Freedom Writers is, get off this right now, or go watch it. That's less drastic.*
4. I'm a perfectly functional human being. I have friends and hobbies and interests and no mental illnesses. 
5. In this blog, I am going to be 100% upfront and honest about anything and everything, so if you can't handle that, get out now. Click that little X.
6. Also, we are all grown-ups, so WARNING! Profanity may be abundant. FUCK.
7. If I reference pop culture and you have know idea what the hell is being said, just comment and ask. Duh.
8. Yes, I am a virgin. In every way. I've never had sex, never done drugs, never drank, and never dressed slutty for Halloween. How I made it 20 years without these things, the world may never know. 
9. I do not judge the people who partake in such events! It's your life, you do what you want! Have fun, go crazy, get drunk and mack! The world is your oyster!
10. But I will let all of you know, I am an open-minded person. And although my major is very prohibitive of involvement of any type of this behavior, if it leads me, I shall follow.
11. For the humor, I say that, besides documenting my college virginity, I shall try to end each post with something witty, as to go along with my personality, because really, I am a witty, intelligent woman. (Modest, too!)

LATER BITCHES! (is that witty?)

Amelia

This is just the beginning...

So, college. We've seen the movies. We've heard the stories. It is a place of homework, long hours studying in the library, extracurricular activities. It is also a place of booze, parties, drugs, sex, and experimentation. Everyone who is anyone goes to all the cool parties and gets wasted and hooks up with that cute guy they always sit next to in their Biology lab. But what about the students who choose otherwise, what about us? 


I'm one of those people. A college virgin. I don't do drugs, I don't do parties, I don't drink (a lot), and I have not lost the v-card. Really, I'm just a regular college student. I dread the 9am classes, I gained the freshman 15, I get on Facebook when I should be studying. I'm no different. 


So, these are my adventures. This virginity can't last forever, but let's just see what happens.