The Most TMI Post You'll Ever See From Me.

No seriously.

If you're a guy, you probably don't want to read about this. Actually, some chicks may want to avoid this post too.

I'm writing to throw in my outstanding review of the Diva Cup. It's a menstrual cup.

*Waits for people to get grossed out and stop reading*

I heard about it a few weeks ago from my roomie, who saw someone gloating about their DC on Ye Ole Book of Faces. We were like, "WTF" and immediately did intensive Internet research. The more we read about it and the glowing reviews, the more we both wanted them. I mean, eco-friendly, reusable, money saving, and AWESOME? It's like win molded into a cup.

So last week roomie got her dot and traversed 45 minutes to the nearest Whole Foods store (nearer to her home in Northern Virginia) to get hers. We oohed and ahhed. Roomie ran to the bathroom to try it out. 20 minutes later she came back looking rather bleak. "I got it in, but then I freaked out while pulling it out and IT FEELS LIKE I JUST GAVE BIRTH," she told me, curling up onto her bed in anguish. This did not dampen either of our spirits, and I went ahead and ordered mine, along with the Diva Wash, from southcoastshopping.com. Later, roomie was successful and there was much rejoicing.

Today, my DC came. I nearly ran to the post office in excitement, cursing Tampax and Always on the way. Back in my room I read through the directions with glee, giggling like a fool. When I was ready, I went into the bathroom and tried the folding technique in the handy instruction sheet. Except that MOTHERFUCKER, it hurt like a bitch. After nearly destroying my vagina I went back onto the Internets to get some better folding techniques. Success! The 7-fold is definitely doable, and my vagina isn't as angry at me. Best of all, that fucker popped right open with little turning.

So I'm quite pleased. The only thing that confuses me is why the DC has measuring lines on it. I really don't need to know how many ounces of old uterine wall comes out of me.

And there it is. My new love, the awesome Diva Cup. Oh, and you get a kickass lapel pin too. Like wtf that shit's badass.

Music Quest!

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Now playing: Animal Collective - Hey LightSo this summer I decided that I didn't like the fact that one band I listened to, The Receiving End of Sirens, had over 6,000 plays, far beyond the #2 Radiohead with about 3,000. (This was because TREOS' first album was the only thing that calmed me down in my 5-panic-attack-a-day era, and I listened to it anytime I had one and while I slept.) So I deleted all the play counts in my iTunage and my last.fm and just started the fuck over.

Well, a couple of weeks ago, my iTunes library file decided to suicide by corrupting its data. Thus I had to start it over AGAIN, but this time all my quirkily-named playlists were gone as well. I stared blankly at the lifeless library, with over 8,000 songs, and realized I had to listen to EVERY SINGLE TRACK. Well, I didn't have to, but I'm going to. Also because some shit just got lost and I didn't realize I still had it, so it was a nice surprise. I've deleted some stuff, so I'm down to 7773 tracks, but I've got folders of stuff I haven't added yet because I want to get through some of the older shit first.

How much older shit? 6567 tracks, 21.7 days, 45.58 GB.

Ah, fuck.

Right now I'm getting through all my Animal Collective because I'm in that mood. Then maybe I'll tackle the 181 Radiohead songs. Or 198 Bjork songs. I also just go through shit by shuffling. But goddamn, this sucks. Why did my file have to annhilate itself? I had everything laid out so perfectly! At least my last.fm didn't die too, but shit still sucks.

If this happened to my OCD friend Ben, I can't even imagine the hilarity. He absolutely will not let me change tags on his iTunes, even if it's something like adding the second 'r' to "Blurry." He has a playlist for fucking everything. It is the most intense thing I've experienced, second only to Mark Gormley. THAT'S FUCKING INTENSE.

As I sit here thinking (and procrastinating from reading) I probably should go ahead and add all of that music just sitting there waiting for me and deal with it. I need to stop fucking downloading everything that peaks my interest anyway. It's what I get for being an elitist musical bastard, I suppose.

Good fucking night.


EDIT: Only added about 300 songs. I was expecting much worse.
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Now playing: animal collective - banshee beat

Party central...not.

College parties. HOW I LOATHE THEM. Awful music, drunk people that I already don't like to begin with, sketchy houses. So I was glad that I had the opportunity to back out of the party I'd promised my roomie I'd go to. It was a kegger to help orphans in Honduras. I mean, I'm all about helping kids, but a fucking kegger? I just gave my roomie money, she's the club treasurer anyway, I mean goddamn. And she sent me a text that said the party got busted 5 minutes after she got there. Seriously, Fredericksburg po-po don't fuck around. Especially when you advertise your damn kegger on Facebook, you fucktards. I stayed in my dorm and watched Shawshank Redemption with Ben, which was much more fun for me. Morgan Freeman >>>>>>keggers.

Classes are going well so far. The only class that's really giving me trouble is my dance class, amazingly, and that's just because I'm not used to that style of dance. Ballroom, latin, swing? I got that shit in the bag. Flailing around on the floor to Justin Timberlake? My body hates me, especially my knees. Poor things, which are already bad to begin with, had huge fucking bruises on them last night like I'd been repeatedly beat in the kneecaps with hockey sticks. I'm probably going to have to start wrapping them or something, just so I can fucking walk the next day.

Friend Who Acts Weird and Seemingly Hates Everyone For No Apparent Reason (FWAWSHEFNAR) asked Christine and I to go downtown with her last weekend. We agreed, it had been ages since the three of us, who used to be quite close in freshman and sophmore years, had gotten together. The day started out fine with brunch, but as we went downtown she got weird again. Christine and I wanted to look in the bridal shop just for shits and giggles and she adamantly refused like Satan was in the window ready to take our measurements. The rest of the day she just got quieter and quieter. Christine and I kept what little conversation we had going, and chose what stores we went into because FWAWSHEFNAR didn't seem to care. I was like, "WTF, you arranged this, have some input." Of course, I didn't say this out loud because this inevitably would have been misconstrued.

When we got back to campus, she just said, "See you guys later" and walked back into her dorm. Christine and I had no idea what had just happened. Neither of us said or did anything wrong, at least not intentionally. Even as I sit here thinking about it I can't remember anything that would have upset her. Hell, Christine and I enjoyed ourselves. It was just weird and awkward. Again, it's weird things that I just can't deal with at this point in my life. There's something wrong, but until she's willing to stop bottling it up inside her and deal with what's bothering her, I can't do anything.

I feel like she creates a lot of drama in her mind that doesn't actually exist. For instance, she told Christine that she thought I hated her because she saw me on campus and all I said was "hi." LIEK WTF M8, I was going to fucking class. If I stopped and talked to everyone I wanted to I'd never actually get to class. If I hadn't had said anything at all, then I could see how she'd think something was up. But I acknowledge her and THAT'S weird?

But what can you do?

Other than that, social life is good. Got asked out a second time by Awkward Kid. He asked me out last semester, but me being a complete idiot, didn't realize that it was a serious date until the day of. Then I flipped a shit. I went anyway, but it was by far the strangest experience I've ever gone through. It was like a job interview. "What are your hobbies?" "What do your parents do?" "I saw on your Facebook..." There was no actual conversation, just Q&A. So when he asked me out this time, I was careful to construct a vague "no." It's a fun date horror story to tell to friends over a cup of coffee, but not something I'd want to go through again. If I can't hold a convo with you, it's not going to work, because I'm a chatty fucker.

So Valentine's Day will come and go. And who fucking cares, it's a stupid fakey holiday constructed by money-hungry fucktards at Hallmark. Fuck that shit. My ex boyfriend exchanged MST3K and the video game F.E.A.R. for VD. THAT'S how you rock that shit. Blowin' bitches' heads off and making fun of godawful movies. So fuck you Valentine's/Aw Fuck I'm Still Single Awareness Day. I'm out.

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Now playing: Mute Math - Noticed