Green Peas and Washing Machines...
School has only been in session for what 2 days? Not even a full 2 days. And I can't stand it already. I mean it to. First class was fine, it was my crazy teacher who I get a kick out of. She seriously probably should be locked up, but instead she teaches at BGSU. Oh well, padded rooms or corn fields, I'd probably pick the corn fields too. Anyway, so I go to my second class, photography. It's a VCT class so I was like this is going to be great, I'm going to specialize in this, so it's easier to get a good job, well or so I thought. So first thing I notice about the class, it's a bunch of nerds, so I fit in quite well. Second thing I notice, mr. Jeff Hottie, the teacher, hottie is not his real last name, but it should be. So Mr. Hottie, as I will always remember him, goes on to take attendance in the room full of nerds, and when he gets to me starts to hassle me about being in interior design, and then asks what college it's in. I was stumped for a moment, how often do I have to throw this information out? Not often. So after a moment I had the answer, family and consumer sciences, and then he asks what building it is in. Oh boy, does this guy have a background in criminal investigation or something? I have no clue what the name of the building is. I've only been there like 3 times, and so I tell him I don't know the name of it. And he proceeds to taunt me about being a senior and not knowing where the building was. So now I'm getting a little upset with Mr. Hottie, and I inform him I know WHERE it is, I just don't know the NAME of the building. This must appease him, because he accepts my directions on how to locate the building on campus. I was not happy with hottie.
So after that disturbing interrigation, we went on with class. I have a nice camera, and it says you only need a manual camera for the class, a manual FILM camera. Well Mr. Hottie, proceeds to inform us that after this semester they're going all digital, so we'll all have to purchase manual digital cameras if we want to continue in the field. WHAT?! I'm shoocked. I don't think so. I can not afford a $500 camera, on a poor college student non-existent budget. So I'm was pretty much done with Mr. Hottie at that point. Damn. There goes Melissa's dreams of an affaire with her attractive VCT teacher. Damn, karma.
So after an entire day of mental strife trying to figure out how I was going to pick up three more credits considering EVERY class is full, I finally managed to grab the last seat in another VCT class, this one not requiring the use of cameras, thank goodness. only downside, no more Mr. Hottie, just some orental man with a good sense of humor. It's a trade off I guess.
Has anyone taken a Womens Studies class before? Because I haven't, but I'm telling you, I'm going to take more. Seriously this lady is hilarious. And the best part of them, they're all over 300 level. And we only have 1 paper, and no tests. Life is good. And she promised us it would not be a 'man bashing' class. Damn. Which brings me to another topic. College boys. Who annoy me. First of all, spitting is looked down upon. Body fluids do NOT turn a girl on. Seriously, if i see one more boy spit and then act like he's the shit because he didn't get any ON him, I'm going to run into on coming traffic. Also do not bother to hold doors that are PROPPED open. It's a complete waste of the precious brain cells you have left. It's annoying.
I just can't wait for the weekend.
I'm Talented at Breathing...
So I'm sitting here jamming to the new Dashboard Confessional cd I picked up last night after searching 4 stores, yes 4. I don't understand how after almost everyone I talk to says A) they have no clue who Dashboard Confessional is. or B) they think it's crap, that four stores were sold out of the CD... I just don't get it... oh well.
Michelle moved in on friday. She's a nice girl, from what we can tell. When Mallory moved in she brought a DVD player, that we desperatly needed, even though most of my collection is VHS, I think I could start purchasing some DVD's thanks to Mildreds donation of the DVD player. She wasn't home last night, it's weird we've all been living together and then boom, there's Maggie busting in on our happy little home. At least Marcy seems to have her own friends that she can hang out with. Thats a plus. And so far Millicient hasn't been a problem. I'll keep you posted on situation though.
School starts tomorrow, and I keep asking myself... is this all really worth it? Honestly, I mean I pay what like probably close to 50,000 dollars to go to college for 4 years, I mean not just classes, but then you've got gas, and food, books, and more books, most likely even more books that cost more than tuition, and then you've got to have a place to live, transportation to and from class, not to mention the amount of alcohol the average college student consumes, which pretty much could double that estimation of 50 grand, at least you get a happy feeling out the alcohol, where as class, it's just a tiring waist of valuable sleeping time, in most cases. Seriously do I really need a class entitled 'Women and Interpersonal Violence'?? . Thats a depressing amount of money. I can't even think about it anymore. Yuck. So I'm sitting here trying to think of other positive things I could have done with that money. I couldn't even begin to list them all.
So what is up with cable television. Do they think people enjoy watching the same shows over...and over... and over. Not just the same show, the same EPISODE of the same show. I've seen "Nick & Jessica" on MTV 5 times in the last 2 days, and "I love the 70's" on VH1 has taken over. Not to mention I've seen like 5000 commercials for Pretty Woman on TNT. And I don't even watch that much TV, so this is crazy. It boggles my mind. It really does.
So I'm sitting here jamming to the new Dashboard Confessional cd I picked up last night after searching 4 stores, yes 4. I don't understand how after almost everyone I talk to says A) they have no clue who Dashboard Confessional is. or B) they think it's crap, that four stores were sold out of the CD... I just don't get it... oh well.
Michelle moved in on friday. She's a nice girl, from what we can tell. When Mallory moved in she brought a DVD player, that we desperatly needed, even though most of my collection is VHS, I think I could start purchasing some DVD's thanks to Mildreds donation of the DVD player. She wasn't home last night, it's weird we've all been living together and then boom, there's Maggie busting in on our happy little home. At least Marcy seems to have her own friends that she can hang out with. Thats a plus. And so far Millicient hasn't been a problem. I'll keep you posted on situation though.
School starts tomorrow, and I keep asking myself... is this all really worth it? Honestly, I mean I pay what like probably close to 50,000 dollars to go to college for 4 years, I mean not just classes, but then you've got gas, and food, books, and more books, most likely even more books that cost more than tuition, and then you've got to have a place to live, transportation to and from class, not to mention the amount of alcohol the average college student consumes, which pretty much could double that estimation of 50 grand, at least you get a happy feeling out the alcohol, where as class, it's just a tiring waist of valuable sleeping time, in most cases. Seriously do I really need a class entitled 'Women and Interpersonal Violence'?? . Thats a depressing amount of money. I can't even think about it anymore. Yuck. So I'm sitting here trying to think of other positive things I could have done with that money. I couldn't even begin to list them all.
So what is up with cable television. Do they think people enjoy watching the same shows over...and over... and over. Not just the same show, the same EPISODE of the same show. I've seen "Nick & Jessica" on MTV 5 times in the last 2 days, and "I love the 70's" on VH1 has taken over. Not to mention I've seen like 5000 commercials for Pretty Woman on TNT. And I don't even watch that much TV, so this is crazy. It boggles my mind. It really does.
I'm just a little black rain cloud...
This is Melissa's Blog of Complaints... so if you don't want to hear them... leave now. Seriously, I'm not even joking...
First of all, I'm all geeked to go to this concert and then BAM!! thats a no go thanks to "THE BIG BLACKOUT OF 2003" give me a break. Honestly. I mean I wasn't that geeked to go to begin with, due to this evil sickness, and the dreaded horse show, but come on hanging out with some cool friends, in a hot place is a recipe for fun.
Second of all, the afore mentioned sickness. Could I please be finished with this?! Not only am I now coughing up things small children would be frightend of, I am losing my voice. A vicious cycle I've grown used to, thanks in part to a LOVELY set of under developed lungs my mother bestoed upon me.
Then, I find out this afternoon SBHK and 'the bitch' are back together... lovely. So guess whose coming along on monday? You guessed it... the bitch. I really can't stand it when people break up with someone, and then get back together, then once again break up with the same person, only to get back together... SERIOUSLY if it hasn't worked TWICE it ISN'T going to work!! Get a fucking clue moron. What pisses me off even more? We all said, in the begining do not get involved with her, she'll chew you up and spit you out like a piece of bubblicious gone bad. Anyone want my ticket to Ben/Tori?
And finally, tonight I tried for 3 yes my good friends, 3 hours to get my god dammed horse into a fucking trailer and you know what?! She only suceeded in rearing for an hour, almost landing on the trailer as well as myself and her owner, and falling over onto the gravel slicing her lip open. So at 10pm, with no light left we gave up. I call my trainer, and she says well if you can't get here you're probably going to have to pay for the stall anyway... GREAT another 40 bucks I get to waist as well as the 20 for the trailer the 30 for my trainer and the 200 my mother spent for breeches and chaps last weekend pretty much JUST for this show. Why don't I just hand them a blank check, it would save me some paper.
If you can't tell I'm a LITTLE upset tonight... just a little. And I'm not sorry for ranting, and I warned you at the start of this. So get over it.
This is Melissa's Blog of Complaints... so if you don't want to hear them... leave now. Seriously, I'm not even joking...
First of all, I'm all geeked to go to this concert and then BAM!! thats a no go thanks to "THE BIG BLACKOUT OF 2003" give me a break. Honestly. I mean I wasn't that geeked to go to begin with, due to this evil sickness, and the dreaded horse show, but come on hanging out with some cool friends, in a hot place is a recipe for fun.
Second of all, the afore mentioned sickness. Could I please be finished with this?! Not only am I now coughing up things small children would be frightend of, I am losing my voice. A vicious cycle I've grown used to, thanks in part to a LOVELY set of under developed lungs my mother bestoed upon me.
Then, I find out this afternoon SBHK and 'the bitch' are back together... lovely. So guess whose coming along on monday? You guessed it... the bitch. I really can't stand it when people break up with someone, and then get back together, then once again break up with the same person, only to get back together... SERIOUSLY if it hasn't worked TWICE it ISN'T going to work!! Get a fucking clue moron. What pisses me off even more? We all said, in the begining do not get involved with her, she'll chew you up and spit you out like a piece of bubblicious gone bad. Anyone want my ticket to Ben/Tori?
And finally, tonight I tried for 3 yes my good friends, 3 hours to get my god dammed horse into a fucking trailer and you know what?! She only suceeded in rearing for an hour, almost landing on the trailer as well as myself and her owner, and falling over onto the gravel slicing her lip open. So at 10pm, with no light left we gave up. I call my trainer, and she says well if you can't get here you're probably going to have to pay for the stall anyway... GREAT another 40 bucks I get to waist as well as the 20 for the trailer the 30 for my trainer and the 200 my mother spent for breeches and chaps last weekend pretty much JUST for this show. Why don't I just hand them a blank check, it would save me some paper.
If you can't tell I'm a LITTLE upset tonight... just a little. And I'm not sorry for ranting, and I warned you at the start of this. So get over it.
You're not as clean as you think...
It's been awhile I know... but it's not like anyone was complaining or anything... silence is acceptance these days my friends. I've been ill... congested grossness thats driving me crazy, (and probably bedee too) good thing I hardly ever tend to complain about being sick (ignore anything bedee might say on the contrary). It's west nile... I'm telling you.
I've got things to say so I'm going to say them, though I am kind of hungry and I can not commit to not leaving this to go and get some food. Anyway... so we found the chick in the borring trial not guilty, and that was okay, because at that point I told the girl who was sitting next to me that if i disappeared for too long, I was probably hanging by my shoe strings in the bathroom... it was really that borring. Next on the agenda of topics... I hate neighbors, seriously I would like to know how after 5, yes 5 nights of playing 'can I really toss this beer bottle into the dumpster, that is right outside Melissa's bedroom, and break it into a thousand pieces loud enough to wake a man with no ears?' someone could still find this game interesting. Even though I have never played it, and probably never will I can not see how it can be that entertaining. I let them know it one night too... and it worked... for one night... oh well, I told bedee it was her turn to yell. She is the ma. Simple mind... simple pleasures.
My family is taking a vacation next weekend... and they asked me if I could stay at the house and watch the dogs... whats wrong with this picture? Am I not a member of this family!? Did the tribal council have a meeting that I missed?! I thought I filed my paperwork on time, I was sure I passed the "You know your a Coressel if..." test with flying colors... but maybe I was wrong. Actually, they thought that I wouldn't want to go, which is true, but not the point. I am supposed to have the OPTION of going. By taking away that option, they screw up the order of things. Did they not read their manual?
THE roommate moved out, darn. Just a little side note to make myself feel better.
It's been awhile I know... but it's not like anyone was complaining or anything... silence is acceptance these days my friends. I've been ill... congested grossness thats driving me crazy, (and probably bedee too) good thing I hardly ever tend to complain about being sick (ignore anything bedee might say on the contrary). It's west nile... I'm telling you.
I've got things to say so I'm going to say them, though I am kind of hungry and I can not commit to not leaving this to go and get some food. Anyway... so we found the chick in the borring trial not guilty, and that was okay, because at that point I told the girl who was sitting next to me that if i disappeared for too long, I was probably hanging by my shoe strings in the bathroom... it was really that borring. Next on the agenda of topics... I hate neighbors, seriously I would like to know how after 5, yes 5 nights of playing 'can I really toss this beer bottle into the dumpster, that is right outside Melissa's bedroom, and break it into a thousand pieces loud enough to wake a man with no ears?' someone could still find this game interesting. Even though I have never played it, and probably never will I can not see how it can be that entertaining. I let them know it one night too... and it worked... for one night... oh well, I told bedee it was her turn to yell. She is the ma. Simple mind... simple pleasures.
My family is taking a vacation next weekend... and they asked me if I could stay at the house and watch the dogs... whats wrong with this picture? Am I not a member of this family!? Did the tribal council have a meeting that I missed?! I thought I filed my paperwork on time, I was sure I passed the "You know your a Coressel if..." test with flying colors... but maybe I was wrong. Actually, they thought that I wouldn't want to go, which is true, but not the point. I am supposed to have the OPTION of going. By taking away that option, they screw up the order of things. Did they not read their manual?
THE roommate moved out, darn. Just a little side note to make myself feel better.
We the jury, find the defendant....
This has, in fact, been a week from hell. Actually, I could testify that there is more than likely a place worse than hell, a place that makes hell seem like an alaskan cruise, this place is called court. I can't even begin to explaine how much I loathe the american judicial system at this point in time.
We'll start at the begining...so i get the notice for jury duty, no big deal, I talk to like four thousand people who all tell me... no big deal, you go, you sit, they ask you a question or two, you don't get picked you go home... worst case senerio you get picked, it's a traffic accident you sit for the rest of the day and then you go home...
And so I go...and I sit, and I wait... they come in and say it usually takes until 11:30 to pick a jury, but no later than noon, and then I wait a bit more with the other 30 people in the room... no big deal yet... then they line us up according to our numbers, (i'm currently 14) and we go and sit in the court room. The judge asks us some questions... they're easy ones... anyone ever committed a felony... everyone a resident... everyone registered to vote... and I start thinking this is a cake walk... then lawyer number one steps up... at this time it's around 9:30-9:45 well this dude decides that for the next 2 and a half hours he's going to beat us to death with dull and mind numbing questions that have no relevance... we're all tired, and we want this to be over... then the judge decides it's time for a lunch break... and i'm like WHAT?! oh yeah... it's now 12:15 and we're not even through the first lawyer... and all I can think... god damn karma...
So I go to lunch at Mr. Spots, no big deal... ate with 3 people from the jury selection thing, they're all pretty cool, all old, but you know I can deal with it, I have an old soul. We return to this modern version of hell, and take our places once again... and 2 hours and 15 minutes later we finish up with lawyer number 2. So then I think I'm in the clear... I'l be out of here in like 10 minutes, just in time for work at 4... then they read off the names of the 'lucky' 10 who will be staying until at least 5 to get the trial started... and the read them off... juror number 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 13,...14, 15, 16, 17 I was like WHAT?! oh no, someone must have written down the wrong number... but unfortunatly they didn't.
Then they tell me, oh the trial will probably last the rest of the week. And I'm like WHOA now, I don't think so... but oh yes, this isn't some dumb minor court case, I'm working on the OJ Simpson trial of Wood Co. (well not really but it might as well be) the only difference, my case is horribly BORRING, and I sit, and they gave us these notebooks so we can take notes if we choose, and so what do I do? I doodle, I write my own notes like, ooh she looks like she's going to crack... and I wonder if the lawyers call each other to make sure they match their ties. Thats the quality juror I am. So as I sit, and suffer I look over at the judge, who is contently starring at his computer screen like he has been doing for the past 4 hours, and then I see him crack a smile and start typing... I think he and the baliff are having a IM conversation at this point, and it's making me upset. Then he begins what i believe to be a game of solitare on the computer glancing up every now and then, but you know not really paying attention to the hell I'm in. So I sit and, I sit, and I really need to pay attention when people string more than two consecutive sentences together, because I should probably make an educated decision at the end of all of this. But in the end I just want to shoot myself... and the really neat part... I get to look forward to it all again tomorrow... as well as the day after... so until I can think of some deadly disease I caught overnight and makes me unfit to sit on the jury, have a good one.
This has, in fact, been a week from hell. Actually, I could testify that there is more than likely a place worse than hell, a place that makes hell seem like an alaskan cruise, this place is called court. I can't even begin to explaine how much I loathe the american judicial system at this point in time.
We'll start at the begining...so i get the notice for jury duty, no big deal, I talk to like four thousand people who all tell me... no big deal, you go, you sit, they ask you a question or two, you don't get picked you go home... worst case senerio you get picked, it's a traffic accident you sit for the rest of the day and then you go home...
And so I go...and I sit, and I wait... they come in and say it usually takes until 11:30 to pick a jury, but no later than noon, and then I wait a bit more with the other 30 people in the room... no big deal yet... then they line us up according to our numbers, (i'm currently 14) and we go and sit in the court room. The judge asks us some questions... they're easy ones... anyone ever committed a felony... everyone a resident... everyone registered to vote... and I start thinking this is a cake walk... then lawyer number one steps up... at this time it's around 9:30-9:45 well this dude decides that for the next 2 and a half hours he's going to beat us to death with dull and mind numbing questions that have no relevance... we're all tired, and we want this to be over... then the judge decides it's time for a lunch break... and i'm like WHAT?! oh yeah... it's now 12:15 and we're not even through the first lawyer... and all I can think... god damn karma...
So I go to lunch at Mr. Spots, no big deal... ate with 3 people from the jury selection thing, they're all pretty cool, all old, but you know I can deal with it, I have an old soul. We return to this modern version of hell, and take our places once again... and 2 hours and 15 minutes later we finish up with lawyer number 2. So then I think I'm in the clear... I'l be out of here in like 10 minutes, just in time for work at 4... then they read off the names of the 'lucky' 10 who will be staying until at least 5 to get the trial started... and the read them off... juror number 1, 2, 4, 6, 7, 13,...14, 15, 16, 17 I was like WHAT?! oh no, someone must have written down the wrong number... but unfortunatly they didn't.
Then they tell me, oh the trial will probably last the rest of the week. And I'm like WHOA now, I don't think so... but oh yes, this isn't some dumb minor court case, I'm working on the OJ Simpson trial of Wood Co. (well not really but it might as well be) the only difference, my case is horribly BORRING, and I sit, and they gave us these notebooks so we can take notes if we choose, and so what do I do? I doodle, I write my own notes like, ooh she looks like she's going to crack... and I wonder if the lawyers call each other to make sure they match their ties. Thats the quality juror I am. So as I sit, and suffer I look over at the judge, who is contently starring at his computer screen like he has been doing for the past 4 hours, and then I see him crack a smile and start typing... I think he and the baliff are having a IM conversation at this point, and it's making me upset. Then he begins what i believe to be a game of solitare on the computer glancing up every now and then, but you know not really paying attention to the hell I'm in. So I sit and, I sit, and I really need to pay attention when people string more than two consecutive sentences together, because I should probably make an educated decision at the end of all of this. But in the end I just want to shoot myself... and the really neat part... I get to look forward to it all again tomorrow... as well as the day after... so until I can think of some deadly disease I caught overnight and makes me unfit to sit on the jury, have a good one.
Televangelists: The Pro Wrestlers of religion.
Once again... nothing to do with anything... I've just run out of things to say. Well thats a lie, I've run out of fun titles, that mean something. Okay, so I went to the BGSU website this evening to check my schedual, and well I can't. And do you know why this is? Because ganky BG only has limited hours in which you can complete such a task. Why, may I ask, is this? What does it matter if I choose to check my schedual at 10pm or 10am. I mean, seriously. I can understand if they only UPDATE these things during regular hours, but why can't I just LOOK at it.
Someone please tell me if you know.
So, today I was at the bank, and I was walking out, so I see this boy whom I used to know, and in my better judgment I would have kept walking, but NO I had to stop and talk... lord what was I thinking... seriously. And to tell you the truth it wasn't until an hour later that I would actually remember his name. And I don't think he recognized me at first... I really should have kept walking... but no, dumb melissa stopped and once you stop, there is no turning back, you've committed to a conversation. So this boy realizes who I am, and bam. He is good, and his life is the same. And it was weird, and I was like please don't ask me where I work, please don't. Oh, what was the last question... you quessed it. So what did I get out of our conversation? I've moved on and up, he has not. And now, he knows where I work... I could not wait to get out of there. And I'm probably going to catch some shit for this... and it's really going to make me feel bad... well maybe not. But you know what? Life goes on...
In other news, the apartment is clean. And when I say clean, I mean you could lick the baseboards clean. (I should know I cleaned them) Bedee spent a good chunk of her day tending to this task, and let me tell you it looks damn good. Dean, and I helped out here and there, like the slacker-esc roommates we are. Also I like the fact that we have a dumpster located about 10 feet from the curb to the side of our building. So what does this mean? We don't have to walk the bags of garbage down to the real dumpster anymore, now we just stand on the balco, and play a little trash bag ball. Good times, unless you miss that is...
Also, anyone have a small watercraft that I could borrow?! The air pond out back is now a pond, and I would like to get a boat and go and play in it. For real. What could be more fun?! Not much. I have however schedualed a MUD FOOTBALL GAME for the day the water receeds to mud level in said airpond, at which time I will bust out the nerf football and head out in my oldest clothes and rally the troops. All should plan to attend. Scotty B included. Ahh, Scotty B.
That reminds me, you all missed the best wedding. Kristi and Michael were wonderful. And it was so much fun. She was so pretty in her big poofy dress. And all of the scottish boys were oh so sexy in their kilts. By the end of the night I wanted to marry a man in a kilt. However I would have settled for the DJ. Michaels brothers are adorable, and his friends from canada were sexy, I think it must be something about being born and raised in South Africa, because seriously all the boys I've met from there, have been sexy. So we decided we need to go there and get men from now on. Anyone who wants to tag along, let me know.
Once again... nothing to do with anything... I've just run out of things to say. Well thats a lie, I've run out of fun titles, that mean something. Okay, so I went to the BGSU website this evening to check my schedual, and well I can't. And do you know why this is? Because ganky BG only has limited hours in which you can complete such a task. Why, may I ask, is this? What does it matter if I choose to check my schedual at 10pm or 10am. I mean, seriously. I can understand if they only UPDATE these things during regular hours, but why can't I just LOOK at it.
Someone please tell me if you know.
So, today I was at the bank, and I was walking out, so I see this boy whom I used to know, and in my better judgment I would have kept walking, but NO I had to stop and talk... lord what was I thinking... seriously. And to tell you the truth it wasn't until an hour later that I would actually remember his name. And I don't think he recognized me at first... I really should have kept walking... but no, dumb melissa stopped and once you stop, there is no turning back, you've committed to a conversation. So this boy realizes who I am, and bam. He is good, and his life is the same. And it was weird, and I was like please don't ask me where I work, please don't. Oh, what was the last question... you quessed it. So what did I get out of our conversation? I've moved on and up, he has not. And now, he knows where I work... I could not wait to get out of there. And I'm probably going to catch some shit for this... and it's really going to make me feel bad... well maybe not. But you know what? Life goes on...
In other news, the apartment is clean. And when I say clean, I mean you could lick the baseboards clean. (I should know I cleaned them) Bedee spent a good chunk of her day tending to this task, and let me tell you it looks damn good. Dean, and I helped out here and there, like the slacker-esc roommates we are. Also I like the fact that we have a dumpster located about 10 feet from the curb to the side of our building. So what does this mean? We don't have to walk the bags of garbage down to the real dumpster anymore, now we just stand on the balco, and play a little trash bag ball. Good times, unless you miss that is...
Also, anyone have a small watercraft that I could borrow?! The air pond out back is now a pond, and I would like to get a boat and go and play in it. For real. What could be more fun?! Not much. I have however schedualed a MUD FOOTBALL GAME for the day the water receeds to mud level in said airpond, at which time I will bust out the nerf football and head out in my oldest clothes and rally the troops. All should plan to attend. Scotty B included. Ahh, Scotty B.
That reminds me, you all missed the best wedding. Kristi and Michael were wonderful. And it was so much fun. She was so pretty in her big poofy dress. And all of the scottish boys were oh so sexy in their kilts. By the end of the night I wanted to marry a man in a kilt. However I would have settled for the DJ. Michaels brothers are adorable, and his friends from canada were sexy, I think it must be something about being born and raised in South Africa, because seriously all the boys I've met from there, have been sexy. So we decided we need to go there and get men from now on. Anyone who wants to tag along, let me know.
