Think Happy Thoughts
Day One
When 9 pm hit, I felt ok. Poops and Mrs. C came by 10 min. earlier to fill up the last with some dirtiness. This bet is making me realise we are really twisted individuals. Me thinks this will be a beneficial challenge. Or I could be so engulfed in my own twisted-ness unable to relieve it that I become dirtier (if that’s even possible). Must compensate with excessive and unnecessary swearing (Fuck yeah).
N. Viddy joined us around 9 something and so the four of us hung out and watched t.v. for a couple of hours. Very tough couple of hours. Saw things on t.v. that I found rather dirty…or potentially dirty. But had to keep my mouth shut. This is torture. It really is.
They have left. Until tomorrow. But there brings a harder task. “Temptation Island” returns. No dirtiness while watching it. It is a travesty, a real travesty. We’ll see how it goes.
Day Two
It was an ok day. I think I might be getting used to being normal. Well, at least normal in the not having a sick mind sort of normal. Keeping my thoughts to myself are rather hard though. There were times when I wanted to just tell the next person I saw what I thought of in my physics class (yes, I know, physics dirty? It can be done).
Had a snacky break in the afternoon. Resisted the urge to comment on the large sausage hanging beside the deli sandwich place. Apparently you win something if you guess the right weight of it. Is everyone against me to win this? Bought a Twix bar. Two for me, none for you. Dinner was struggling, with subtle references (which no one succumbed to) to the tenderness of my chocolate chip cookie. But that I did not appreciate...as was eating said cookie.
Challenging evening it was. Temptation Island?! And there was some near porn action this episode. I reiterate...is everyone against me? Oigh. Commenting is my thing. It's like brushing my teeth, or washing my face...a daily regime. It's taken me longer to talk because I must word things in ways that are not dirty. Tis fun to not watch what I say and see how the others react. Are they cracking under the pressure? I think Mrs. C is muahaha. And N. Viddy looks like she might lose. I will be victorious.
Day Three
Good day. Well kinda. Lots of close calls. Had lunch with N. Viddy and Mrs. C. Was very trying. Mrs. C was craving something salty. No comment. Dammit. We did have a nice clean conversation about how in my farm in New Zealand I will have a section of hills to roll down just for myself. I like rolling down hills. Nice, clean fun.
Was in room for most of afternoon (No comment) except for unfortunate romp to Statistics Lab. Mistake, Mistake, Mistake. Long trivial story. Went back to room ten minutes later. Tried to work, talked to people, not much temptation there. Good, clean afternoon. Bracing self for upcoming viewing of Black Hawk Down. Filled up the wazoo with men. Actor men. Hold me.
Almost slipped up. The four of us were discussing if a display in the mall had towels or rugs. Mentioned if they were towels that those were huge arsed ones. Also that they were big enough to fit me...and no comment. Bought McDonald's french fries before movie. Could not comment on long ones nor broken or limp ones. Futher Mucker. Believe this bet is detrimental to my vocabulary. Clean words not as creative as dirty ones.
N. Viddy and Poops came by around 2 a.m. to hang out. Was this close to losing. Almost commented on why neighbour was playing "Sexual Healing." Hate neighbour. Cannot comment on why neighbour's "ball tossing" has turned into "frisbee tossing." If still confuses you, inquire after bet. Now to sleep...and relief.
Day Four
Busy day, woke up feeling really crappy...usual restless sleep. Really cold outside...did not feel any inkling to be dirty as was feeling like crap. That was until I went to breakunch with N. Viddy. Walked by the deli sandwich place. Found out that the hugeungus sausage (which you were to guess the weight in order for a prize) was missing. There was a sign that said sausage was lost and for someone to return it. To not comment on that...a travesty indeed. Why sausage went missing, why sausage won't be found. The possibilities. Suddenly thought of neighbour, but cannot elaborate. Oh cruel cruel world.
This paragraph would entail what was done in the afternoon of today but will be omitted as the powers that be (i.e. parental units) would kick thine ass if they knew. Not much time for dirtyness though, so tis ok.
Went to dinner with N. Viddy, Poops, and Mrs. C. Because of omitted paragraph, Poops and I were exempted from the bet for the remainder of the day. With this new found freedom, we surprisingly weren't as dirty as usual. Me thinks am becoming nice, clean person. Or me just rusty. You know, practice makes perfect. And the practice aspect of this has been null. Alas, around after midnight (where exemption was over) thought of something rather dirty. Boo. Back to the deprivation.
Day Five
Yes, can you believe we all have lasted this long? No one has given up or slipped up yet, although there have been occasions where someone has almost. If this continues the way it's been going, I won't be too happy. First off, I might actually stop being sick out of a new habit. So wrong. Secondly, I have to write up this little sucker for every day of the bet. I haven't minded the last 4 days, and never thought I'd be writing a fricken novel.
Pretty clean day, with not many slip ups. That was only because it is Sunday, the designated do school work day of the week. I didn't even go to dinner with Poops, N. Viddy, and Mrs. C. So I can't comment on how that went. They came by at 8pm to watch the Golden Globes. Not much dirty stuff from that.
Tried to make a screensaver of actor from the home page. Resolution waivering but I am still trying. Am noticing pattern of self-torture here again. Screensaver could not be commented on dirtily. Boo. But that kind of knocks two birds with one stone. Sorry for the cliche, just typing fast to get to next class soon. Just remembered that I can't attach the phrase "if you know what I mean" to anything I say anymore. Life as we know it sucks.
Day Six
Shit. Someone crack already. Am hoping for the best. Still want to win. But bet becoming pain in rear. One more day, and the bet will be going on for a week. Do not like the idea of writing an entry for weeks. Breakdown, somebody, now. Sigh.
Was rather hard to keep to bet today, as had floor picture. The theme: Dress as the opposite sex. This is officially a torture week. Things I never imagined were thrown at me. Is this a test? The guys on the floor dressed in dresses, women's underwear, all topped with fake boobies. And to not comment on it. Die.
Watched season premiere of Queer As Folk with Mrs. C and Poops. Ten minutes later, Mrs. C could be seen running screaming from the room. And no comments. Boo. Poops using Leggy as battering ram (scuse the pun there) against N. Viddy. Damn bet...double boo. Seems Deli food place has forgotten entirely about lost gigantic sausage. Fear for life, scenarios imagined, but cannot mention why. Quadruple boo with a double loop.
Day Seven
Was ok day. Saw certain someone who looked like said actor. Participated in research for psych credit. Saw heads of ugly men, and forced (not really forced, as did volunteer for it) to rate their attractiveness. Lots to comment on, thoughts going through head, yet they go untold. Have not been able to get on ICQ. This has ticked me off profusely, but thinks it is sign that should do work. Becoming a clean, normal, person who does not talk on the internet. Is this possible?
Have just found out how the other contenders are coping. Found a rip in Leggy's right horn/ear (I don't quite know which it is). Will not let others have their way with my Leggy again. Believe Leggy is scarred for life. Must protect him. My poor poor Leggy. Not really any slip ups today, as bought McCain Deep n' Delicious cake today. Damn expensive at certain grocery store I might add. Can't comment on name of cake either. Geez.
Must mention neighbour's frisbee has been replaced by noise maker. Alas, can't comment. Frisbee apparently missing. Am frightened to know. Cannot explain believed reasons for missing frisbee. Ah well. Must also state that said neighbour has roommate, and is not alone. Damn bet, no comments along with that information either. But do not mention other neighbour, as other neighbour is boring. Hope neigbours never see said entries.
Day Eight
Well, its official. A week of the bet has passed. You were thinking someone cracked didn't you? I wish it too. But not me. I will be victorious! Hope someone does soon though. As soon as one goes down, they all fall like dominos. Heh. Maybe we need to make it harder. Leggy's doing better, nursing himself back to health. Can't stick band aid on his ear, or else might rip out hairs. Poor Leggy. The victim in this.
Decent day, too busy to think dirty. Dinner had some touchy moments. We're trying to get each other to succumb. Cannot comment on last sentence. Have tried the past eight days to chose words carefully, but they seem to have dirtier potential. Maybe someone will crack from that. Heard from Mrs. C about certain floormate (Oigh) who apparently self-gratifies self (redundant?) in bathroom. Am glad am not male. But cannot comment. *Cue Backstreet Boys* Tell me why? (I do not enjoy the Backstreet Boys, I am just using the song for effect).
N. Viddy, Poops, and Mrs. C came by to watch Smallville. Almost, just almost commented on Lex's perfectly shaped bald head. Boo. Am focusing attention and thought usually affixed on dirty thoughts, and turning it to keeping said resolutions. Will be fit. But what is looking fit to not being able to make a dirty joke? Argh. I digress. And the topper for today: heard about what strippers in foreign country can do with ping pong balls. Mrs. C did not understand. Could not comment, nor could explain. That was just wrong.
Day Nine
Dammit. Day fucking nine already. Am not in great mood, as just found out assignment just finished not due until next week. Grrr. As consequence, am writing this at a wee hour in the morning. Rather busy day in the dirty department. One of those dammit kind of days. If you...can't say.
Must mention physics class where thought did good on no marks quiz. Bwa ha ha. Did do good, just made the usual stupid mistakes. While prof explained one question, which was about a fireman shooting a hose of water against building. Prof mentioned that some people answered the height of spray as over 100 metres. Said must have been one big hose to spray that high. Innocent laugh from classmates. Cannot comment on it. All together now: Boo. Noticing pattern in prof's speech. Always refers to certain variables in problems as "beasts". That is all I can say.
The icing on the cake: Went house looking with 6 other peoples from floor. That is 7 whole people fitting in one regular car. N. Viddy had to sit on Mrs. C, and yours truly was squished between Mrs. C and other person. Second time car loaded, N. Viddy lay on top of us four. No comments. Mrs. C wondered where other person's other hand was. Err, cannot comment further. Felt paralyzed from shoulder down anyways. But could not comment on other person saying that both hands were accounted for and that N. Viddy should feel them on her legs. Gee. Temptation Island was on tonight, but not as dirty worthy as usual. Guess had to accomodate for extra possible dirtyness of day.
Day Ten
Not much went down. N. Viddy, Mrs. C, and moi all are going home for the weekend. This means not much going on with the bet. Saw N. Viddy as she was leaving for home, handed in my assignment, and saw Mrs. C and Poops before I left. No temptation there for the half hour we hung out. On to relaxation and my own bathroom. : )
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