Nazi Zombies

Oh my GOSH so right now I'm slumped over like an old lady in the chair while Scott plays COD's-Nazi Zombies and I've been so enthralled with whatever I was looking at on the computer that when I decided to remind myself of my surroundings it was like TOTAL.CHAOS. Seriously. Surround sound zombies. With explosions going off and Scott twitching every time he tries to shoot a zombie and the zombies screaming incoherently. I'm actually pretty impressed with my ability to tune things out. This game is actually pretty disgusting. And scary as hell when you try to go to sleep and all you see are zombies coming at you.
Which is why I bought Beauty and the Beast on VHS from the D.I. a few weeks ago. I freaking love it. I mean yeah, she's only there for like 3 days and is already in love with him, but whatevs. I pretend that she's there for like MONTHS and then they FINALLY fall in love. But I'm usually out for the count by the end of the opening song and where she's defending her dad after Lefou makes fun of him. Ma-ha-ha-ha. And OH MY GOSH Gaston is such a douche. Holy moly. And no wonder the townspeople think she's weird. THEY'RE FRENCH. They're bound to be bastards sometimes.
So yeah I'm definitely going to be watching that tonight.
Nothing much is new. I got a damn B- on my last paper and was TOTALLY expecting it but was still pretty crushed when she handed it back to me. She even APOLOGIZED. I wanted to be like Well hell if you're sorry just give me an A! It was supposed to be an analysis of a complex problem essay directed towards the govenor and I was apparently a little too sassy and didn't elaborate enough on solutions. Because frankly I don't give a damn about certain things and that tends to screw me over in MULTIPLE situations. Always with school. Bad news man.
Wow wow wow I'm so easily distracted. I've been staring wide-eyed at the TV screen, screaming whenever a zombie gets too close to Scott. Which makes him tense up even more. Oh my gosh.
Yeah anyway. I've completely lost any prior train of thought so I'm gonna read now. Something raunchy and smutty I think.
You can never go wrong with Christine Feehan.

Even though a lot of the men are like Gaston.
Hahahaha.

Loves
El Scorcho.

Equine Persuasion.

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A Short Story by Syd Woolf
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Mobocracy

I don't like blogging in computer labs because they're the new MAC monitors that
have EVERYTHING built in to them (like the entire computer) and when the screen is completely maximized it's like ANYBODY SITTING NEXT TO YOU OR BEHIND YOU CAN READ EVERYTHING YOU'RE SAYING OR LOOKING AT. IT'S LIKE LOOKING AT YOUR BANK ACCOUNT- WHO THE HELL WANTS A SCREEN SO BIG SO THAT YOU CAN SEE THAT YOU ONLY HAVE LIKE $76.33 IN YOUR CHECKING ACCOUNT.
And this version sucks because I can't change the font so otherwise the above sentince would be like font-size=150 so you could see how freaking massive this looks.

Updates-
*I have another exam next weekend that I was entirely unaware of until about 20 minutes ago.
I just imagined those protector things -the ones that you'd use in 1st grade when you were taking tests- around THIS computer so I could type in total seclusion and feel sneaky when I peek over and look at Scott's screen but then get totally caught staring at another monitor.

*We have roughly 5 weeks left of school.

*I have severe shuffle-shame when I put my iPod on shuffle and only get like 10 seconds thru the song before I skip to the next song, only to repeat the process

*I love mannequins but Mum thought that the one on my background was just some naked lady with cute little nipple covers so I'll change it once people aren't screen peeping.

*I've changed my major to English with a Creative Writing emphasis and a teaching minor and haven't been this excited about school since the day before my first day of Kindergarten.

*Scott has a wikipedia page open with a picture of a person with edema around the eye (I'll take a picture of it and upload it later) and it's totally freaking me out because it's only ONE eye and it's like they're staring at me. Sweaty face and all. I'd hate to be the person in a medical dictionary that is the picture for the definition of some weird disease. Like this one time at work, well nevermind it's probably a HIPPA violation. Huff.

*I still have an obsession with skeletons, and smiled at myself yesterday when I saw this girl in a white semi-snazzy car with a huge pink Lei hanging from her mirror (I used to have one during highschool so I can't rag on her too much) and then looked at mine and saw a cute little skeleton hanging by his neck. Whose name is Nimby.

*I just saw a picture of another freakin eye disease that Scott pulled up (uveitis) and arranged it so JUST the picture was peeking out from another window.

Yeah I'm gonna go. Scott's making me sick.
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Alright so I started this at 9:03 and it's now 5:14. I had to leave the computer lab because the pictures Scott was pulling up was seriously making me want to barf.


More later.


Love
El Scorcho.

p.s.
Here's that damn picture I promised.

V-Day Love

So I was going thru my camera looking at pictures and stuff and I found this and decided it needed to be on the internet. So here it is.


More later.
Love Scorcho

"You're wearing brown shoes and a black belt..."

Legit title.

Today was the first time in quite a while that I've intentionally matched.

I have:

A red watch
A black necklace

A red tanktop
underneath

A black short sleeved shirt
A red and black flannel button up shirt

Blue jeans (only part that doesn't "match")

And red shoes.

With blue nails and neon orange rings.

I was a little surprised with myself, because I never care if I match. I think if you want to wear something that has plaid and then you want to wear a polka-dotted shirt then you wear the shit out of that outfit. I've been on a huge individuality kick and I seriously think that it'll last for the rest of my life. Not one of those things that you adopt for a few months (like running) and then move on to something else for another few months (like yoga) because being yourself isn't exhausting and is SO easy, even if you have no idea who you are.

Scott has helped me evolve in to me since the day I met him. He's encouraged my interpretation of who I am and whatever it is that I'm about and accepted anything and everything that I am and do. I had such bad self confidence and was completely unsure of myself before I met him. He's helped me relax into myself and helped me sink beautifully into my skin.

I might have weird taste and a weird thought process, but I don't really mind it because it's COMPLETELY natural for me. I don't censor my thoughts and rarely censor what I think about things (except for when it comes to work. I'm not stupid enough to say what I REALLY think).

It's so hard to explain and excruciating because it's such a wonderful feeling and I think everybody should feel this way. It's not gloating or a like an overpowered self-confidence drive, it's just complete acceptance and realization of WHO you are and WHAT your personality is like and HOW you function and HOW things are. I have no idea what kind of group I fit in to or what kind of person I can be labeled as but I don't care because I love being me.

If this isn't making much sense then I'm kind of sorry. It makes so much sense in my head and I'm in a computer lab and staring at the screen has left tracers of light when I look at my hands and around the room (which occurs frequently given my beautiful attention span).

Time to go listen to a feminists take on history in T-minus 16 minutes.

"Why do we wear pants to work? BECAUSE MEN WORE PANTS TO WORK!!!!!!!"

WOOF!

Loves always

scorcho.

Welcomed Social Interruptions.

I don't know if it's just me but I always, ALWAYS imagine myself doing HORRIBLE things at the wrong time. Stuff that makes absolutely no sense. And has no reason behind it.

Shouting profanities at the top of my lungs during the Sacrament.

Losing control of my bladder while I write lengthy sentences from my essay (as an example of what not to do) on the board in my english class.

Sending a shit-talking text to the subject of the shit.

etc. etc.

Like the other day, I was walking out of class to meet Scott who had gotten the car, with a dangerously buoyant spring in my step (heading north) with my water bottle about half full along for the ride, clutched securely by the lid in my right hand, when I had one of the most errant thoughts I think I've ever had, as a homely (I have no room to talk since I wear pajamas to school) , rain cloud girl walked past me in a southerly direction, eyes set dead ahead on her destination (If I think of her as something other than a human she'd totally be a slug).

My idea then struck me so that I immediately had a rediculously huge grin slathered on my face.

My eyes were even smiling.

As I walked by her, my minds eye opened up a beautiful new window of the same scene, with me in my clicky-clock knee-high boots, lime green pea-coat and sassy electric blue beanie, SWINGING as hard as I could, and connecting her face with my water bottle (remember, half full) and not even breaking step, leaving her and everyone else around completely baffled.

Totally improper right? And seriously messed up!

WHY do I have those kinds of thoughts?

It is so, that on days like today, where all seems lost and tomorrow is feared

I can reminisce.

and regardless of the scene

it made me smile

and always will.

Love,

Scorcho.

MRSA Nipple

So there's this poster in the bathroom at my work and it has "Community Acquired MRSA Rising at an Alarming Rate" crap poster and there's sample pictures of what the infections look like and how they're confused with spider bites and the like, and there's one particular picture that looks EXACTLY like a slightly obese man's pudgy nipple, except there's a belly button right underneath it. And every time I walk into the bathroom my eyes are drawn RIGHT to that nipple, and I get disgusted every time. I've wanted to tear it down for a while but I don't have the guts to do it.
Just an update. More laters.

Lurvs,
Your Scorcho.