Fucking facebook fanboys, man

So, you meet a guy. Maybe through a mutual friend; maybe at a party, but the common factor is that you meet him in a circumstance that you're not regularly in. You talk to him for a couple of minutes and he seems nice and cool enough and whatnot. Not painful to talk to but you wouldn't make the special effort to see him again or anything. You come home and you have a facebook request and a "Nice to meet you" message from him. Well, that's nice and all. Nothing wrong with making friends and networking, right?

Then, before you know it, he's liking EVERY fucking post you put up, chatting you up connnnstantly, putting little lovenotes on your wall (how dare he cyber cockblock me! haha), and telling you that he wants to come visit you/wants you to come visit him every chance he gets. OMFG. I know almost NOTHING about you except for the fact that you think I'm the most amazing thing since sliced bread (despite the fact that you know almost nothing about me). Whhyyyyyy are you doing this??? I mean, I know you might be thinking about one of my earlier blog entries, but I make it a point not to go fangirl on a guy's ass. I know how annoying that shit is. And there's something to be said for being nonchalant. It indicates that you have a life and self esteem. And even if you have no life like me, you can at least fake it! (I mean I at least have my own interests/goals/dreams/hobbies/friends... I just spend too much time on the internet... at least my time is sloowwwwwly getting shorter, but that's a subject for another post)

In other words, men, if you fancy a lady based on her amazing looks and energy alone, that's completely fine and I think that it's fine to let her know to some extent that you find her attractive, but beyond that, if you bombard her with cyber attention, shit gets annoying reeeeeeeal fast.

This is why we can't have nice things.

So, I went to the college apartments near my school. A storm is on its way and my medicine stash was low, otherwise I wouldn't DARE go near that area the Saturday before Halloween. I guess the point of Halloween is to scare people, and nothing to me is scarier than drunk people starting fights rowdy enough to get the cops called for the five minutes I was there (made it a point to gtfo before they arrived), my sacred herb connect thinking he accidentally locked his keys in the apartment on their way out to a party and his girlfriend screaming bloody murder at him until he realized they were in a different pocket ten seconds later, and not to mention all of the tacky costumes. ughhhh. Those apartments are a drunken nightmare on any weekend, but for some reason the obnoxiousness gets far worse when tacky, store bought, and often slutty costumes are thrown into the mix.

How did a shamanic holiday traditionally based around communicating with deceased spirits turn into this? Of course, we modern day humans have taken every cool shamanic holiday and transformed it into something drunk/tacky/store bought. And of course, in this day and age, Halloween without darkpsy is just. plan. wrong.

virgo bullshit >:|

No offense to any of you virgos out there.... my libraness just can't handle your very sobering criticism and your freaking out at little, honest, mistakes!

I used to vaccum up my room after I cleaned out my guinea pig cage, until it was brought to my attention by my (virgo) landlord that his bedding and little poops were clogging up the vaccum. I switched to just using a broom to get up all the bigger particles a couple months ago, but the vaccum was still clogged from it. My landlord (annoyingly! he and my virgo dad both have to have this obnoxiously loud knock to the 'shave and a haircut' rhythm.... wtf!) knocked on my door and said "I just wanted to show you all the shit that built up." He was rinsing out the hose in the bathtub and yeah, I felt bad because it was a gross pile of stuff, but his passive aggressive attitude was fucking annoying. Despite that, I offered to help him and he said no, he just wanted to let me know.

Wtf? I went from feeling at 95% health to 70% health from my room being so cold Friday night. I'm still too congested to smoke weed without getting a headache (sad!) but I didn't have to make a special point to bitch about it to him. Because I knew that it was an honest mistake and he hadn't planned on it being so cold. So, if he's going to say that it's okay and deal with the problem on his own, why does he have to have such an attitude with me?

disclaimer: I think there are some pretty awesome qualities about virgos so plz don't be offended; my landlord and my dad just both happen to share some pretty annoying qualities.

SO COLD

So, I don't think my landlord realized it would frost overnight, and he's away, and he keeps the freaking heat locked up.... it's 50 degrees in my bedroom and there's condensation on the window.....

I tried taking a hot bath but our bathtub doesn't have a train stopper.... tried taking a shower but we ran out of hot water while I was trying to keep the bathtub full. -___-

I just drank a big cup of chai and am currently sitting in front of the open oven. And my sinuses are freaking killing me from the cold dryness. SO ANGRY WANT MEDITERRANEAN WEATHER RIGHT NAO

I must manifest a space heater in the near future!

Friday is supposed to be the BEST day of the week!

Since when did crying uncontrollably thinking about my romantic past become my Friday tradition???

I so badly want to devote myself to somebody, but I'm so afraid of being led on again like I have been in the past... how do I move on from that? :(

Detoxification

So, I haven't been actively detoxing recently, but I have been eating mostly raw (orange/banana/raw cacao nib smoothie for breakfast, greens/sprout/avocado/superfood salad dressing with flax, hemp, spirulina, garlic, raw apple cider vinegar and sesame oil on a sprouted grain wrap for lunch, raw energy balls for snacks, and as far as cooked food goes, it'smostly just been curry and stovetop popcorn). I also recently cut refined sugars and bread out of the pictures, so that's left my body a lot of room to do it's thing... and it's thing has left me feeling slightly crappy and uncomfortable as old toxins, along with old emotions, have been loosened up in my body.

So I decided to start doing salt scrubs... I mixed some pink sea salt with coconut oil (I'm gonna add raw honey and essential oils next time and give them out to people for Christmas!) and massaged my body, specifically my neck and shoulders because my throat has been particularly uncomfortable, and it felt AMAZING.

Until we ran out of hot water. That's what happens when you live with 6 other people on a Thursday morning. Fuck you, lukewarm showers. Fuck you.

How do you tell a friend...

...that they chew like a fucking horse? Seriously, my friend is always snacking on something. Making stove popcorn is an everyday thing for her, which is completely cool, except her chewing is freaking louder than popcorn popping. And it's as if she makes it a point to put food in her mouth whenever she has something to freaking say o___O I had to leave after the movie we watched was over because all I could pay attention to during the movie was her eating! Her boyfriend is just as bad :o

I say it's because they're an aries and a capricorn.

Ram and goat = grazing animals.

I must find a polite way to get through to her on this matter!