Timmylingus.

Status Report

Wearing: Slippers, white socks, cords, gray boxers; no shirt.

Stereo is blasting: Master of Puppets – Metallica

Last ate: I think.. taco salad, last night?

Last round of masturbation: Last night.

Entry Start Time: 4:10 PM

What I’d like my DiaryName to be: Timmylinguist.

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

I continue to impress myself with my laziness. I went to bed around 3 AM last night. That’s actually an improvement over the night before (Which was 4 AM, I believe) and the weekend (6 AM and 6 AM). Seeing as how I would have gotten little sleep for my 8:10, I decided to skip. “Eh, I wouldn’t have learned much, anyway.” Now, the question remains: Why did I skip Numb Anal? I skipped it last Thursday, too. *laughs*

Simple answer: God damn it, showers come before class. If I’m too stinkie, I can’t function. Five days is typically my absolute limit. Keep in mind that I shave my armpits and my balls. They function to ensure that I shower at all. I last showered was Thursday. I probably should have showered Sunday. Ha ha. Or yesterday. If I DO make it to that ominous fifth day, I have to shower first thing in the morning. Otherwise, I feel like ew. Hey, the fact that I don’t shower much doesn’t mean I don’t like feeling clean. I DO like feeling clean. It just takes more to make me feel dirty than the average person, it seems.

And god damn, I feel good now.

…Actually, I could have made Numb Anal if I wanted to. I got out of the shower around 12:40. Faster than usual. Go figure. I had a half hour. I could have gotten myself out of here in ten minutes if I wanted to. All I had to do was dry and braid my hair. Guess how long it took me to braid my hair. Half an hour? Nope. Hour? Nope. Two hours? Keep going. It wasn’t until around 3:30 (A full hour after class “ended”) that I bothered to put some clothes on and braid my hair. *laughs* If there ever was a laziness olympics, I’d place. Well, if I bothered to show up.

I have this terrible urge to write BIGGAYDAN stories. It’s like an itch that just grows every day. Ideas swirling in my mind, I tell you…

I called The Minor yesterday. It was good. *nods*

“You’ve got huge ovaries.” (In reference of her lack of fear of insects. I mean, like, bees and spider.)

“Oh. …Thanks!”

I have this terrible habit of forgetting to put on deodorant after I shower. I mean, we smell GOOD after we shower, why do we need that shit? I say I’ll wait a few hours. But, it usually ends up being the next morning or the middle of the day after that I bother to…

I’ve said before that I have no desire to travel, right? I think I found the reason why. It’s rather simple. See, my dad was on travel a lot when I was a kid. And I promised myself I’d never be like that. Unfortunately, that only really applies if and when I have a family to be around. I’m single! I’m alone! I’m freeeee! …Yet the desire isn’t there. It’s not my fault I don’t know about every country and every religion in the world. Knowing who Tom Jones isn’t critical knowledge. What I like and dislike is rather fickle. Actually, whether I like or dislike something is independent of it’s origin, to a degree. Though, there’s no way I can back that statement up.

It’s sad how I revel in my laziness. I enjoy it too much. *shrugs*

Actually, I’m falling back into a “I’d like to sleep forever” mood. Maybe I need to make life interesting. *shrugs* Moods. I can be in and out of moods so fast, I don’t bother to keep track most of the time.

*yawns*

I don’t want to do all the things I need to do in order to “pass” my classes. Bleh. Bothersome. Once again, I just don’t care.

….I realized at the very start of this entry that I haven’t eaten yet today. I’ve been up since 11:30 or so. I’ve done worse. I once got up in the afternoon and didn’t eat until around 3 AM. I remember that night. I almost passed out shoveling snow. Never do physical exertion if you haven’t eaten yet. Princess should remember that night. *laughs* I’m such a dumbass, sometimes.

I emailed Skunkie, randomly. …She responded. I’ll take my time with replies. No rush. It’s been so long since we talked to each other regularly. I certainly don’t expect us to ever be the way we were.

I concluded a few days ago that not having morning classes is fucking me up. Well, one reason. I like having 9:50’s. They’re just right. My current schedule, I either get up at 7 AM (if at all), or noon. Either way, I get no sleep. I can’t DO anything after my 8:10’s, either, because I’m too tired and there’s really no time. At least, in the book of Timmy. Job, my ass, I hardly find time to sleep. Every night, around 10 PM, I say, “I could GOTO bed now if I really wanted to.” I never do.

I wonder if I should call The Minor before Friday… She’s so busy, she might not even show.

My appetite seems to have decreased. I don’t get those massive hunger pains around midnight that I used to. I can easily live on one small dinner a day. But, I try to eat a little. And, always, I have three to four glasses of jews. (Whether it be milk or five alive.) I’m surprised I’m not more thirsty, given how I don’t have liquid rations in my dorm room.

I wonder if people really do only remember the last thing you say in an entry. There are few things more beautiful in this world than a girl pleasuring herself.