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