Another day in Greeny has come to an end. I laughed, I cried, I found out new things about myself.
The day started around tenish, when little Ian came back from the coal mines. We said our hellos and he went to bed. I searched this new thing called "the internet" for a few hours. I download a program to rid my computer of spyware. After cleansing my computer, I decided it was time to cleanse my body. The shower was delightful, except I had to wait forever and a day for the water to get hot. Actually, I never even took a shower. The water is still in the process of heating up, I'll keep you posted.
While Ian the Tired slept, Bill and I went to the sto'. We also went to the bank and Blockbuster. Blockbuster's air conditioner was broken. Luckily the Blockbuster here had not gotten wind of my late fee charges I racked up in Green Hills and Starkville. I'm a Late Charge Lady on the run. I hope they call my dorm room number and leave a message like they did last year.
I came back to the Heisterkamp Compound. After a crazy morning/afternoon, I decided I need a nap. It was good. I slept until Ian the Annoying woke me up at six-ish. After punching him in the face forty-four times, I rose out of bed and graced the living room with my presence. The men cooked for me while I cross-stitched. We ate and then watched a weird movie. It was pretty late by then and Ian the WorkHorse had to go. He showered and scampered out the door. I ate a bowl of orange sherbert and watched Blind Date. It was a fitting end to this orange sherbert kind of day!
(I am the better sister Davidson since I update!)
You may be wondering what I do with my free time, well, I've decided to show you. I like to go here. Monday thru Thursday they have 99 cent or cheaper movies to download. It beats having to drive to blockbuster to rent and return. It also holds me over for my next batch of Netflix movies to arrive. I have to go to the library to download, but I should be there anyways. Sorry for the commercial, but I heart the site.
Well, well, well. I'm in Greeny now. I got to take my exam, but not after running around campus first. He called me back, and I got to take it at three. It was such a relief. I cried today for the first time in a really long time. I'm pretty lucky. Now I have a chance to make an A or a B in the class. Go me. Kudos to Dr. Obringer for being one cool mofo.
In other news, I made it to Greeny safely. It started to rain once I hit Greenwood, but I kept on trucking. We ate hotdogs when I got here, but I don't think Ian cooked them enough. I haven't got sick yet, but only time will tell. A spider was crawling on me when I was on his couch. I freaked out. Hopefully it didn't bite me. I could die from that too. Whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. We watched the Hulk, aka suckfest 2004. I fell asleep in the middle of it. I want the ten hours of my life back (no that's not how long it is, but is seriously feels that long). After watching the movie, Ian took a shower, probably to wash all the crap off him that this movie spews out, while I threw up and wiped my but with the DVD (sorry pops). We then went on a date to Wal-Mart, where I bought a magazine, Wal-Mart's version on Dimatapp, and orange sherbert. It was quite romantic. After that, we stopped at Wendy's. We sped home so Ian could stuff his face before leaving for work. At 12:35 AM, my little Ian left me and went out to shake his money maker in the cage. I will get to see him in eight short hours. Yippee.
Today I would like to curse Us magazine. Why do I never get my issue on time? I think it suppose to arrive on Friday or Saturday, and it's Thursday and I have nothing from you!!!! If magazines had groins, I kick you in yours. Remember that good ole days when hell was frozen over and you arrive every Monday? Those were the best days. The high from Entertainment Weekly and People were wearing off, and there you were to pick me back up again. Tonight I had to go out and buy the magazine myself. I finally got to read about Mary-Kate's anorexia. I could now view different pictures of Ryan Philippe and his daughter at the beach. Without the Fashion Police . . . I don't even want to think of were I'd be. I sent in my renewal notice last week. I should have written a threat on it. Hopefully this will end soon. I'm not mad at you, Us, I'm just disappointed.
Well, July has gotten off to a great start. For some reason my alarm didn't go off. I woke up at noon. I am in a state of panic. I ran over to Allen. I couldn't find his office. It wasn't on my syllabus. I called his office phone, but he wasn't there. I called his house phone, but no answer. I'm not sure what to do now. If I don't take the exam, I have a D in a class I could have easily had an A in. This sucks in so many ways.
I miss you Parker Lewis. Tell Kubiac and Ms. Musso I said hey.
I should be sleeping, but I'm trying to mess up my sleep schedule like my little cage Monkey. Oh how I heart him!
So, I'm posting again for the first time in over two weeks. I'm sure you all have missed me. I would say that I miss all of you, but I don't know who you are. I'm not even sure if I care.
It is now July, one of the greatest months of the year. Two fine things were born this month. The United States in one. The other is me, Miss Maribeth Marsh Davidson, for which everyone lives for. I put meaning into so many peoples' lives. I do it, and I don't even expect a thank you. Some might call me a saint, but no, I am just a person. The only difference is that I am about 500 times more attractive.
Today I have my exam for school. It starts at 10. That's in about 7 hours. If it was a math exam, I'd be on easy street. Actually, I think I am on easy street, because it is an easy class.
My US magazine has still not arrived. I think my boyfriend at the post office is reading it, or rubbing it all over his body, which I think he does with all my mail. I hope to post more about him later. Maybe I'll have a picture to add to the post.
I'm off to Greenville later today. I hoping to leave Starky around 4-ish, depending who's on Maury, I heart paternity test, especially when people are 1000 percent sure they know who the father is. Anyways, I'll be staying in Greeny until Tuesday. I'm hoping to have fun, but who knows, me and Bill might trade punches. When I arrive, hotdogs will be cooking for my consumption. Those Heisterkamp men sure know how to treat a lady, too bad they're both taken. His sister is single, and I'm pretty sure she's not gay, but it is college, the time to experiment. Come to think of it, she likes to rub my head a lot and pinch my cheeks. . . I accept Krazy K for who she is as a person.
One last thing before I go to bed, I'd like to give a shout out to my ole pal ODogg. Welcome to the world of blogging. We'll see how often you update once classes start.
