I went to a College Party At Auburn with my...

cousin and his girlfriend. I was armed, as always. Kinfe number one in my pants, switch blade in my high top, knuckles in my front pocket. We arrive at the party to find a shitty cover band playing and about 12 frat boys on stage crooning out "Sweet Home Alabama". I knew it. I am in hell. HELL! I'm wearing one of my normal outfits, a fishnet shirt with a bikini top and jeans...Oh, yeah how could I forget, I'm in alabama. I may as well be wearing a clown coustume. The first obnoxious frat boy to speak to me is retardly drunk. And sweaty, in fact I think maybe he is sweating liquor....and he can hardly stand up. "Are you punk rock?" he slurrs at me, while getting waaaaay to close to my face. "No." I reply while giving him an eat shit and die look. He stumbles foreward and blatantly stares at my breasts, "Oh man I have to quit staring." He turns in a stumbly circle and ends up staring at my tits again. "So long as you're not touching." He grabs my arm and asks again, "So are you punk rock?" I reach toward my shoe prepared to grab my switch blade, shove it in his face and reply, "I don't know are girls with swutch blades in their shoes punk rock to you?" Only his equally drunk and probably what he considers "punk rock" girlfriend came out of the bathroom, grabbed his arm and dragged him away to go drunkenly yell at him, brak-up, then have drunk make-up sex. I hate breeders. Stupid drunk man number two, walks up introduces himself and holds out his hand toward me. I don't tell him my name and say, "I don't shake hands." "You give hugs?" He asks. "You really shouldn't touch me. I'm not a nice girl. I'm sociopathic I'll freak out." I tense up, but drunkass just doesn't quit. "Well how close is ok?" "Blade length away." I reply, then my cousin drags me away before I get a chance to demonstrate. Damn.

Things I wish I didn't have to lie about...

1.) My name. I have sooo many goddamn names I could create a sub-list...actually, I think I will.
a.)Brooke
b.)Brookie
c.)Bj
d.)Pants
e.)Scooter
f.)Asparagus
g.)Twinkle
h.)Hiphopera star
i.)Trophy Wife
j.)Mullet
k.)Spittin' Venom
l.)Slick McFavorite
m.)Angel
n.)Drew
o.)Aria
p.)Max
q.)Vikki
r.)Rex Adventure
s.)Moose
t.)Kitten Mitten
u.)Panda
v.)Sugar Bear
w.)Kitty Button
x.)MB
*I'm sure there are more that I can't think of right now.

2.) My jobs. I have worked at a porn store, strip clubs, and I am naked on the internet.

3.) I like girls.

4.) My major. I am majoring in Theater Education...And yes, I will be a doctor.

5.) How many tattoos I have.

6.)How I feel.

*I'm sure this post will bite me in the ass one day.

I just doctored my communist t-shirt...

It is black with a red star with a sickle and hammer on the front and I altered the back with two duct tape stripes running down the back and I painted a logo in black and red on some duct tape that says, "I make the revolution sexy." It is the best shirt EVER!

*pictures coming soon.

I am sooooo TIRED!

And my body refuses to sleep. It is slow torture and not in the good BDSM kind of way, but in the "listening to your mono-tone conservative political science teacher drone on about his conservative views until he sounds like the Charlie Brown teacher in my head" kind of way.

P.S. New York was dissapointing... I'll probably change my mind about that once I go see an opera at The Met.