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lilpoot17
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Country: Pakistan
Birthday: 2/21/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: stripping, exotic dancing, eating bananas: slowly, but only the green ones! (I don't like them ripe)
Occupation: Other
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  lilpoot27
Member Since:
12/10/2003
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| So my night began by watching (and hearing) some guy pee all over a PT Cruiser, ewww.... Then, it ended with some guy sitting with my friend and me insulting another guy by calling him Chris Farley. The "Chris Farley" got mad and said, "That's real nice, real nice. You callin' me fat?!?" Somewhere in between I heard stories about shooting prairie dogs, deer gutting and sleeping in a teepee. What does this make me realize? I really need to go on another trip. And that I have an interview to get into grad school in less than seven days, and I'm more scared than I would be if someone told me I had to rip the guts out of a deer that had been sitting in a hayfield all day. | | |
| Only three other people decided to show up to my class tonight. And I think I was the only one not classified as a "non-traditional" student. I know I should be out there skipping since it's my last semester, but I just can't do it. What if I miss learning about more produce euphemisms that the Sumerians used in place of "private parts"! Oh the images that apple tree now evokes... | | |
| Wow, rodeos are a spectacle in themselves. Bulls, cowboy hats, beer cans, horses - and sheep? Okay, I had no clue what the sheep were for, but half way through the rodeo tody, I discovered the amazing part of the rodeo called "Mutton Bustin'", which is not to be seconded by the bull chariot races. For those, such as the yesterday me, mutton busting means putting a small child on top of sheep that charges out into the stadium and tries to buck the child off. I saw a two year old try to hold on to a rascally sheep, and then I saw the crown gem of the mutton bustin', a wee thing of five who held on with one hand and showed the crowd what grace is on the Kansas plains. Still not picturing it? Try this:
And if you're thinking of enrolling a small child of your own, know there are consequences:
Otherwise, start busting those muttons! | | |
| I want to escape to the Kansas prairie and stare at clouds, and it's only the first week of class. For some reason, all my English classes have me sitting at round tables. We all try not to make eye contact with each other and instead slide around in big cushy chairs. I think I forgot about semesters without education courses where I have to join groups and smile pleasantly to try to break stereotypes about uncaring high school teachers. Now, I get to be an uncaring English major - one who is waiting for the finalized scores on her GRE. If school wasn't enough to make me want to run away, applying for graduate school gives me nightmares. Or even worse, I just don't sleep. Blahh... I want it all to be over, so I can be at a place where I sit with all grad students at a round table and avoid making eye contact because I feel too young to be a librarian. | | |
| I've been in the process of cleaning out my room in hopes of "the big move." Well, the big move is still being decided by a faceless person who emails me and sends out her funky wearing hat son, but the cleaning has taken on a hectic pace - until I found a box that contained the most random crap in it. Old pictures of me with first red hair, then pink and finally a very frightening one of me with foil in my blue hair. The really weird thing though was the tooth fairy pillow I found. Of course, as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to check to see if I had left a quarter in it or whatever the tooth fairy was paying back in the day for molars. Instead of a quarter rolling out, a molar came out and split into two chunks when it hit my hand. I think the tooth fairy ripped me off, or else thought my tooth wasn't even worth a quarter. | | |
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