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oh man. it's august. this is just NOT GOOD at all. it's august and i have this whole "i'm going to poland thing!" so real in my head, but i have not even begun to plan this thing out. do i know where i'm going to stay? what i'm going to do? what money i'll have? this supposed "research" that i told everyone i was going to do? no! of course not! ha! ha! haaaaaaa!

ok. ok. calm down. you have a month. a month is, like, normal time people take to plan trips. right? RIGHT???

ohhhh man. i have to watch this stooopid tv miniseries about hitler just so i have an excuse to contact prof. hottie again. *hyperventilate*

i think prof. hottie talk is both opening and closing the doors to sexual adventures with men. y'see, i talk about my major lust for this dude (a DOOODE. with a DIIICK.) and guys are like "really? sooo, if you like THAT dude with THAT dick, maybe you'll like MINE....after all, what could this gay-ass professor give you that i couldn't? i mean, he's like, all german and shit, and probably a fag. i'll show you good lovin'. good, non-fag MAN-lovin'." but then i say "well, when i see prof. hottie again..." or "i'm planning on travelling around the world to impress prof. hottie..." and they then go "hmm, this girl is a little creepy. she's a total stalker. that's usually hot, but she's not stalking ME, so it's not hot. dammit! my dick is so much better than that german nazi dude! i know it!!" and then it's all over.

i *think* that's what's happening.

so i had to go get a very dykey haircut to keep the drunken men away from me. the lucky side effect, though, is that it's started socks' motor like you wouldn't believe, and she was nearly late for work today as she stared at my sleeping self, like a creepy pervert! awwright!