Marie's journals

1. squirt

2. anal

3. threesome

I'm hanging out in my underwear, and I realized that I love these panties. They are just basic black cotton bikini breifs from Gap Body, but I had a friend of mine test out his new (at the time) screen printing skills on em with a Straight Edge logo we just made up for the project.  It's not perfect, or perfectly aligned, but they are cute and one of a kind and I love them. Oh, who am I kidding? I just love underwear in general, and that's why Cupcake's "Panty Monday"s make me happy. <3

And I'm trying to figure it out, doesn't make a whole lotta sense, but even though I don't really care for reggae (or reggae-ish) music, it always makes me wanna lapdance...

The chick in the shorts is mesmerizing.

And everyone else who likes ice cream and Girls Scout cookies...

mmm heavenly goodness...

p.s.

When I was a literacy tutor, one of my favorite students was this second grader with attitude, he was so cute, and he would say, "HOW em-barass-ing?!" That's what I thought when I started watching this:

and yea, I noticed my typos in the journal I just posted a few minutes ago, but it won't let me edit. anyways there are too many pictures and things, so oh well.

oh and I forgot this:

Last week I went to an ABT2 production. It's the apprentice company to American Ballet Theater.

I have to write a critique for my ballet class, but all I can remember is that the lead male dancer had a cute butt and one of the supporting females, this adorable and gracefull little asian girl, did a solo act where one of the straps on her costume ripped and she kept dancing like a good little girl, and I was silently rooting for more than a little side boob to show... I'm such a pervert! I was pms-ing so during intermission I bought a chocolate bar and some juice, then realized that that was my dinner and then I felt like a five year old. haha

Today I got to sleep in and stay home. I'm doing laundry and homework, texting like crazy, and browsing www.sexandsubmission.com, where i've noticed that my crush on Mark Davis is so bad that i merely skim everything else unitl I see him.

On a slightly related note, I have a crush on someone in my real life. Not just a photo, a real flesh and blood man person. It's amazing! haha And as I was telling my gal pal about him in the car the other night, she burst out in cheesy song, "I've got a crush onnn youuu, I hope you feel the way that I dooo" and knowing her, I expected it to be some eighties song that I miraculously did not know. (She's good for those.) But it wasn't... really disappointing, it was a god damned Mandy Moore song. And it's not as fun or eighties as my friend T had made it out to sound. It's actually annoying. How annoying can it get?! This annoying: they disabled embedded. THAT'S annoying. but here's the video anyways in case you're super omega fucking bored and want to make fun of something: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0tQfEgfXZ1Y

Also on Youtube, I've been browsing Ronald Reagan speeches, noting that leadership skils require a foundation of character. Who had character? Ronald Reagan. Duh. 

A buddy of mine and I got into last night about Sarah Palin. Yeah, so you're in a car club and looove cars. I get it. That's why I got to your car shows and take these rad pictures:

But drilling for oil in Alaska and freeing us of our foriegn oil dependence only does sooo much. He's really a cool dude, a great person, but he admittedly doesn't care about other cultures. Whereas I do. Yes, I'm American, and in a sense I'm proud. But if being an American means shitting on everyone else in the world to make a profit... what is there to be proud of? I would prefer a presidential candidate who wants to be civil in foreign affairs and respectful of environmental issues.

Drilling for oil in Alaska is iffy, we don't actually know how much oil is there and it would require destroying a lot of natural wildlife habitat to get at it. I just don't have the American ego to justify that. Why not decrease our energy consumption or explore alternative engery resources? (water, wind, etc.) Not that that's really going to matter for the sake of global warming soon anyways, because developing countries are increasing their energy consumption by an alarming rate, China is expected to double it's emissions withing the next four years alone, and who are we to stop them? We use on average 32 percent more resources per capita than other countries (save for Western Europe and Japan). Why not try NOT shitting on everyone? Let's leave other cultures to their own business and religion and negotiate instead of dominate them? We're not all that great, ya know, we don't need everyone in the world t be just like us. That would suck. Ugh whatever.

On a completely different note, I don't know what I was thinking, but don't eat this:

I wish I had someone else to cook for, because I won't do much cooking for myself. Instead I buy crap like this. The Healthy Choice Cafe Steamers are fucking gross. I was in the grocery store the other night, and yes I was hungry even though I know you're not supposed to shop when you're hungry, and this just proves the point. The pictures are, of course, yummy to look at... the food... not so yummy to eat. I was probably thinking: cheap, quick, and yummy. But I should have known that only works for quickies, NOT food. Blech, I wish someone would have warned me. So DON'T EAT IT!

Speaking of quickies, I saw Choke the other night.

I read the book a few years back and wasn't sure how they'd pull it off as a movie. Maybe becuse I went in there expecting to be disappointed, but it was surprisingly good! I thought it was cast and scripted really well. Definitely had more of an indie feel than Fight Club did, and that's a good thing in my opnion, although I won't expect it to have the same success. If you haven't seen the movie yet, you probably shouldn't watch the trailor because I think it gives too many jokes away. I hadn't seen the trailor before hand, because I already knew the story, so some of the jokes had me rolling with laughter in the theater. But here it is for those of you who are going to seek out the trailor now anyways:

Did anyone ever sign up on socialvibe when I posted about it a while ago? If not, here it is again!

So after watching Charlie's videoblog I got to flipping though my real life, paper-and-pen journal for something cute to share. Sorry, I didn't find anything. Now I'm convinced that the dying art of manual journaling is just for crappy poems about crappy people that no one wants to share.

I love you. I love you. I love you. I hopelessly have and unfortunately will. Everything I’ve ever loved, I love forever and still. I love you. I love you. I love you. In a million little moments and an eternity of tears, I love you in each broken heart beat and every wayward thought that’s brought me here. What am I do with these words, in this world, with this life I never wanted? When the one with you, that you claimed to dream only to make me dream too, is your loss and I’ve never forgotten? It’s a cruel, cruel thing to play on my dreams, to fill me with hopes beyond my reach. Lie, lie, lie when you know I cannot deny you, your promises and fingertips, as you do with them what you will. I miss you. I miss the things I used to think of you, when you were golden and would hold me, and everything felt lovely. I miss the feeling of being part of something, having a future but not a care in the world, I miss thinking you’re my man and I’m your girl. I miss knowing there was something good, in me, in you, and here. I hate to miss you. I just want to be with you. It’s torturous to think I never was. Like a nightmare, I want to wipe you from my eyes, wake fresh and restart love. Ich verstehe nicht, aber liebe dich. Liebe, Liebe, Liebe. Stoppe.

"I'll stop crying when you stop lying to me." - Lisa Loeb

The SF GG party was a bust. It's disappointing that the bar couldn't accomodate everyone, so all the under 21 girls came out earlier in the day, while we weren't there... which is apparently when all the fun was had. I was expecting there to be more GG people to talk to and hang out with, but it seemed like just a normal night at the bar. The bar itself is actually really cute (www.beautybar.com) but they played kinda crumby music and the regulars were... "interesting" to watch while dancing. Bar scenes aren't really my thing, I don't drink and I hardly dance, and not that I didn't know that beforehand, but I'd expected to meet some of you girlies, spend the night chatting and taking random silly photos, hanging out and having fun. Stella and I got there right after Angel and Diana had left. In fact, everyone had left, there was absolutely NO ONE in the bar when we showed up. And we left right before Quinn got there, which was really sad. We met Brie, who is adorable and sweet! But after a couple hours of sitting at the bar, not really having much fun, we came home. Dottie was lucky she was too tired to come out after work, because it wasn't really worth the gas money. And I'd skipped out on half of my math homework to go out last night, so I was really regretting it today in class. A ten point assignment didn't seem like much in lue of a night of fun, but it's actaully a lot compared to a night of... not... fun... I realize that I'm being a Debbie Downer right now, blame it on Aunt Flo, but for the next event, let's try to make sure everyone can come at the same time, so the fun can be had by all, eh?

I dyed this dress red the night before, because I was going crazy trying to figure out what to wear with my leopard print pumps:

 

and I thought the bathroom there was cute:

Then Stella and I went for a walk:

Where I put my camera atop the roof of a car and set the timer:

Which we apparently weren't prepared for anyways... And:

I'm not even sure how I captured that last one... but I kinda like it.

Also, there were some creepy dudes with scraggly hair who were just standing around, staring. They were out front when we went to leave and asked where we were going. We said, "Home," and they said, "Yeah, we saw you sitting in there.." and I thought to myself, "No shit, you were staring from two feet away!" Creeps. Note: I'm generally not attracted to men who have hair, but if you have hair please make proper use of basic hair product such as: shampoo. Long, stringy, greasy, scraggly, flat, in-your-face hair is not hot. It's creepy. I don't care what the scene kids are doing these days. It's not hot.

Ya know, Old Spice actually makes a really wonderful Shampoo/Body Wash for you menfolk who need help bathing.

It reminds me of dog or baby shampoo, cause it's all-in-one, but anyways...

Yesterday, early afternoon, I took my dog out for a hike. We used to get to this park about once a week, but this summer has been super hot and I've been super busy. I finally got around to bringing my camera out there too, because it's such a beautiful place. So my myspace now has a new album: Helen Putnam Park. And if you care about hills, trees, and trails (or just my sweet picture-taking skillz in general) feel free to add me, check em out, leave comments or whatever.

Amythia's newest set is so hot that I can't stop looking at it! Hole-y Sheit. Everyone needs to go look, comment, favorite... I'm speachless. I love it. A lot...

And if you're a non-member who's just lurking journals... boy aren't you sorry you don't have a membership! haha sign up, don't miss out! www.godsgirls.com/join/joinspace the goods just keep on coming.

I will be attending the party on Wednesday night with beloved bosom buddy, Stella (member Stellbell), and I'm excited to finally meet some of you ladies, Quinn, Brie, Angel, Dottie, and everyone else! <3 But I totally don't know what to wear. haha Why is being a girl so complicated?!

Anyways, while out and about with Stella yesterday, we stumbled into a couple thrift stores downtown and I came across these bad boys for only ten dollars:

and i totally love them. hence the webcam shoe photo shoot. haha oh and just for shits and giggles, here's me setting my laptop on the floor, i got a little bit of some goodies in this one...