Second page of archives already. This is so wrong.
Day Eleven
Loving the home life. Very busy though, not even enough time to try to think dirty. Wonder how everyone else is doing. Are they keeping to the bet even though we haven't been together? Hmm. Am trying to be good for own sanity. No dirty. Since am not in company of others, not much else to report.
Day Twelve
Apologise for lack of update...well for the 2.5 people who actually read this shit. No dirty thoughts today...nice, nice. Well, that was until talked to Poops on ICQ and she informed me of a hugeungus sausage sighting. Apparently it was seen hanging at someone's window at another residence. And broken in two. Am feeling rather sad for poor sausage. Did not have a choice in this unfortunate event. Thought of rescuing sausage, but apparently is not there anymore. Is someone reading my thoughts? Hmm..scary. I reiterate, poor poor roughed up sausage. Anyways, am back at res...the dread surrounds me, and the bet is back to its full potential. Maybe something juicier will happen tomorrow.
Day Thirteen
Just heard scary loud laugh from neigbour as words typed. Afraid, yet cannot comment. What else is new. Rather eventful day. The usual annoying classes. In bio had grad student speak instead of prof. Grad student man mentioned and even recommended watching the mating of snakes. Mentioned how both must work in certain way to be successful...because snakes cannot grab like other species...no comment no comment no comment. And boo boo boo.
Nothing else dirty in classes. Not that I can recollect. Brain very very selective these days. Dinner was rather interesting. Had discussion over what was piece of caramilk chocolate. Said I knew pieces. Tried to get someone to bite, almost. Close, but no piece of cake. Not very eventful in the bet department. Must take someone down. Hmm.. plans plans plans.
Had debate over what you called a lollipop. Poops calls it a sucker (no comment), N. Viddy doesn't care, and I call it a lollipop. Almost mentioned that anything you lick on a stick is a lollipop. Oigh. And the no comments keep rolling along. I have a sore throat. Boo. Not good to feel like shit when test is comming up. And doesn't sound good when put right after lollipop talk. Cannot explain. Geez. Must study, as that is all can remember of today.
Day Fourteen
Interesting day. Really. Saw more floating heads for research participation. Some younger menss, but still the old pervy looking ones. And no one to laugh at heads with. Cannot even make comments on what each head is thinking about with pervy expressions on faces. And no psych tut. ... I am in pain.
Had feeling was an off day. Mrs. C revisited the hugeungus sausage incident (a non comment in its own!!) and asked why kidnappers would display sausage. Oh the possibilities that must be left unsaid. If still wondering after bet, please inquire after. Will not revisit ping pong incident. If do not follow, keep ahead. Poops mentioned how she could not comment on my petty my Leggy. Will not even think to want to comment what I cannot comment on. Leggy is a precious darling. Almost mentioned that do not play with Alessandro. But as caught on that does not sound good before vocalized, was saved. Will not bring Alessandro into this sordid mess. Asked N. Viddy online if assignment was long and hard because Viddy was having troubles with it. Thought of wonderfully dirty analogy. And cannot comment on it, nor can I reveal this analogy. Argh.
Mrs. C likes Yes from some show we watch on the Outdoor Life Network. The name cannot be commented on. Boo. Oh the world of possibility. Cannot comment on imagining certain sentences that play on the name. Am very bad. Bad bad bad. And cannot comment on that either. Must still get someone to crack. But too busy to think of plan. Must use worse wordage. I'll get you my pretties. And no comments on that either.
Day Fifteen
Disturbing day. Went to psych class where Freud's concepts of personality were discussed. Oral stage, Anal stage, and how if there's an excess in libido of either stage, person as adult will enjoy "taking things in" or will enjoy either holding things in or releasing them. Double oigh. Cannot comment, although guessing that look on face as prof was mentioning these things was priceless. No comments, on such a subject. Nooooo.
Physics prof was not in class today...apparently went to airport. That was all explanation given. And many a scenario is imagined...which, as you guessed it, cannot be mentioned. Oh poo. Not Poops, just an expression.
Good dinner. Pre-dinner Mrs. C still tried to ask about ping pong balls. Geez, me thinks she's losing the touch. Brain may be mush from disuse of dirty thoughts, but still got it. Actually had dream last night that was accused of slipping up by N. Viddy. Scary dream...actually dreaming about bet. According to Freud, dream probably something I cannot comment on. Mrs. C willing to give up bet if we found H boy. I'll try to look for said H boy but cannot remember what face looks like. Might have to resort to going to certain residence and asking people if they're H boy. Can only say, "Hey, are you H boy?" because do not remember anything else about boy. Is worth try.
Day Sixteen
What an odd day. Big snow storm, white stuff everywhere. Can I make snow seem dirty. Yes, but no comment. University closed at 2pm...but not before glorious physics class, which was at 1:30pm. Yes, more "beasts" and prof explained forces pushing this way and that way. Am beginning to realise pervy way of thinking. Not good. I mean, forces...no comments.
N. Viddy, Poops, Mrs. C, and I went sledding down one of the nearby hills. Well they went sledding, I pushed *raises eyebrow*. Did not have real sleds handy, so cafeteria trays had to substitute. Oh the comments... Poops' jacket was hampering her sliding technique, as was not slippery enough, so she had to slid down on her stomach. Then they tried going on their feet. Man, this stuff is too tempting to comment on. And yet, I will win.
The gang came for Temptation Island. Wasn't as bad to comment on this time. Am keeping urges down. Thought N. Viddy actually slipped up, but she justified herself. Dammit. I thought she was going down. Pretty non tempting day...that's actually all I can remember. Think brain is getting mushier because of non dirty content. That's not good.
Day Seventeen
School was closed. No bio test. Bwahah. Now even more fucked than I was before, as more midterm tests to do and bio test will be squishied in between them. No comments. Wow, test talk can even be dirty. Really am big sicko. Went to see Gosford Park instead of studying. So many comments on Ryan Philippe's character and yet they must go unmentioned. Must stress that do not like Ryan Philippe. His character was just twisted.
Must mention on way to movie, saw very distressful sign. There's a convenience store on the way called "Easy In & Out Convenience"...and I must say no further. That is just screaming to be commented on. Dayem.
Thought day was over, but Mrs. C wanted to go bowling. So the gang went bowling. Lost first game, but was going to win before stupid place stopped second game. Shut me down before I could really get going. Boo. Throat started to hurt from all the Wooo-ing and you-can-do-its. N. Viddy came for some tea time and I got her to watch Happiness one of the most disturbing movies I know and own. If you can't comment, at least you can watch and laugh at it. Although N. Viddy wasn't laughing along with. Was rather horrified at movie. Realise am really sick and twisted.
Day Eighteen
Not much dirty stuff. Saw another disturbing sign...for "Anytime Convenience". Could probably start list of dirty convenience store names. Cannot comment further on them until bet over. Someone needs to crack, real soon. Like now.
Came home with box of cupcakes for treat. Neighbour very excited to find out what was in box. Man, no comments. Did not tell, as was in odd mood. But oh the comments, they could run on and on on that one. Mrs. C talked about going for bubble tea (gross). Told Mrs. C that do not like bubbles. Only that prefer ones that form in mouth with saliva. Mrs. C could not comment...bwahaha. Am enjoyed word manipulation. Someone must crack remember.
Just found out that neighbour (interesting one, not boring one...and yet should not matter, as both intertwine (no comment)) has somehow managed to stick hammock in room. Holee sheets, no comments there. Saw it as I walked by from bathroom. Hammock right over neighbour's bed. Oigh. Oh the temptation. Me thinks should make own show...Temptation 5th floor or something like that...as has become somewhat like it...minus the nekkidness, the skankiness, and the hoe-ing.
Day Nineteen
Gross. So gross. Someone lose now. Tomorrow will be day Twenty...the nightmare will never end. The theme song to The Neverending Story comes to mind. One of THE best movies of my childhood. But that's beside the point. Went for breakunch with the gang today. On way to restaurant, walked by bald man. Remarked on how cold must be without hair on head. No comment, as usual. Must count how many no comments there were during the bet when over. Am sure will look back at this and laugh. But not right now. Not very amusing.
Not much dirty temptation during breakunch. Just ate my big omelette. 3 egg omelette...that's one big mamma jamma. No comment. Eww, kind of grossed myself out on that one. On walk home, could have sworn that Mrs. C almost cracked when saw some people playing hockey. Yours truly mentioned that wanted to play but did not have stick. Said none of us did not have sticks, so could not...oh wells. Wonder what was funny about not having sticks. Well I do know, but I cannot comment on it further. Damn...she almost went down.
Nose is running. Nose is red. Do not like sore things on face. Oigh. Finished one whole box of tissues in two days. Really sore. Should have bought puffs. Nice soft tissue. Bet go away...now. Really. Am wondering if cold is side affect of not being twisted. Maybe it keeps me healthy...yeah, that's it...
Day Twenty
Oigh. In bio class today, prof asked if anyone could roll their tongue. Also asked if anyone could roll tongue other way...as in both sides downward. There was one guy who could do it both ways. No comments. Damnit. Saw new Britney Spears commercial...no comments there either. Double damn. This no dirty thing means no dirty making fun. Boo.
Prof also asked about what was genetic behaviour. Someone mentioned that some animals have specific mating rituals. Prof replied saying not what he's looking for unless boy who mentioned it has genetic mating rituals himself. Funny prof. And yet again, no comments. Oh poo.
Did not have usual dinner with the gang, as had physics test around usual dinner time. So not much dirty potential...as usual dirtyness happens around dinner time. In way, not very good, eating and dirtiness. And no comment on that either. Had tea time at 10 pm, and Mrs. C kept laughing. Hmm...must prod her (no comment) some more in hopes of making her crack. Tomorrow maybe muahah. Mrs. C laughed when Poops was flipping channels and I mentioned that Poops shouldn't go down, but up (with the channels..most of the good stuff is in the higher channels...yeah I know what you were thinking but I cannot mention it). Til tomorrow.
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