Arf...
Day Forty-One
Apologies again for the late entry. Too busy, and feeling rather tired. Well a glorious thing happened on this day...Poops lost the bet. Muahahaha. But she was itching to lose so you know it was coming. She called Mrs. C by her other nickname...the more well used one that is too dirty to mention...and therefore she lost. It's down to me and N. Viddy which will be hard because she hasn't lost any sleep over this bet. But I have plans...
Anything dirty...hmm..not really. I didn't have class today so there were not really any opportunities for it. It was basically a dirty-less day. Wow...can you believe it.
Day Forty-Two
This whole "only me and N. Viddy in the bet" thing is rather agonizing. Mrs. C and Poops have been flaunting their freedom all around. Aww, boo. It's like waving raw flesh in front of a hungry lion. Not to insinuate that I'm an animal. Err...ugh.
Twas N. Viddy's birthday today...the gang kept taunting her saying we "had special plans" for her. Could comment but nope. Loud twin thought we were taking her to a strip club...urgh...can someone get some duct tape? To shut him up of course....(no comment). Ewww...just grossed myself out with that one...and cannot say why.
Yes, tis excruciating to not comment whilst the other two can...but yet they are deprived of my colourful and twisted comments and interpretations...so there haha. Some things only I get. Some really weird ass things only I think. It's all going to waste. But not for long if my plans work out. Tee hee.
Day Forty-Three
It's days like this I'd rather be feeling the excruciating pain of not being able to be dirty...Studying for a test tomorrow isn't the greatest of things. And look at what I'm doing right now. Aren't I the greatest.
Nothing dirty today. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Just studied, and did not even see Poops, N. Viddy, or Mrs. C at all. What do they look like again? Is it still light outside? What does that poll remind me of? Heh...can't say. Err...ugh.
This studying, this bet. Gah. It's all a downward spiral. Pretty soon I'll be this supersmart person who doesn't get dirty jokes. The horror. Oh the horror. I shudder. I am supersmart though. HAH. Oigh.
Day Forty-Four
Must win before end of school...to go through whole semester without being dirty...is just so wrong. Mrs. C and Poops are living it up...thinking they can break me. Well I can resist temptation. That's right. I will prevail.
Not really anything dirty today. Physics prof did make some more sound effects for class...but no "beasts". The incessant "back and forth" ...of harmonic motion of course was rather annoying, but nothing else remotely dirty-worthy.
Tomorrow will definitely bring notepad around...well, if I can find one small enough for my pocket. No comment. If I had a dollar for every no comment...
Day Forty-Five
It's a broken record yes, but sorry for the late entry. What am I saying sorry for...like anyone really gives a shit. Anyways, am starting to think maybe I should forego notepad and just write on my hands and arms. That would not look good, having "mentioned beast again" written on my hand would look good to anyone who can see them.
No dirty today. Only had 2 classes, and not much dirty was mentioned during the day.
At least I don't think so. Damn brain. Won't work anymore.
Day Forty-Six
Forgot to use the whole "write on arm" thing too...haha. Man. Things are not working. Can I ever run out of things to say? Hmm...not of things that have no purpose whatsoever.
In stats class (yes, it too, the most boring class known, has turned dirty) the prof was talking about tossing a coin. He mentioned getting "head" and then getting "head" again. Argh. Oh woe is me. And N. Viddy doesn't seem to be too put out about it.
Mentioned that dolls and stuffed animals and the like should be soft and cuddly, not hard. And that my Sleep and Snore Ernie (not sure if that's what he's called) was hard. And you bet Poops and Mrs. C giggled. Oh sure. Well boo to you.
Day Forty-Seven
Guess what...bought notepad, finally, yet forgot to bring with during day. Yes, that accomplishes much. Dirty? Not really...surprising though, considering did have full day of classes. Hmmm. Am really fearing self right now. Gah.
Won't have site updated for the weekend, as am off to home. Gosh darn eh, and the 2.4 people who visit this site will be really disappointed. Guess its not as exciting when its only me and N. Viddy. Seems its turning into the "when is K.R.I.S going to crack" fest. Geez.
Me needs...to finish this now. Really. To be freeee...
Day Five Hundred Sixty-five
Yeah, umm, not really. I have not even updated the sucker in a week or so. You want to know why? Because the bet seems rather non-existent now that the two main sickos have cracked. N. Viddy ain't budging, and my life is too screwed up for me to even pay attention.
Hence, the outrageous day number. Anything dirty just gets forgotten. Maybe it'll come back, if my mood improves, which on the track it is right now, is not looking good.
Want to see how wrong life is right now? I'm watching a ballroom dancing competition on tv right now, and I haven't the strength to comment on the mens's. Now that's something. And I should be what? Oh yes, studying for my stats midterm (we all know I love that course). I am fucked. And, sadly, that doesn't even muster a no comment. Well, it kinda did just then.
Day Five Hundred Sixty-four
Well, I figure I screwed up the days anyways, it dont matter how they're ordered anymore. And lookeh here. I've actually remembered to update on time. Leggy's giving me a blank stare now. No point to that, just thought I'd mention it.
Dirty...today? Shure. Right. There were more weird noises in the hall. None that can be described. Everytime I hear an odd sound I really wonder how that sound can even be produced in rooms furnished such as ours. Cannot really elaborate on that.
N. Viddy wants to complain about her wacky upstairs neighbour. Commented that she wanted to but was afraid of getting beat up. Snicker. I "innocently" (no really) said that she should bring something hard and long with her as she complained to protect herself. I was trying to describe a bat, but you know, my poor left brain. Poops and Mrs. C giggled profusely at this little tidbit. Not amusing...no no.
Day Five Hundred Two Point Three
You know what? I don't know. Wow eh, it's exam time and I have all the time in the world to update this. I've decided to not update every single day (haha right, more like "forgot"). Ahh wells. Dirty? What's that? I know not anymore. Dress me in all white, slap a halo on and call me Saint.
Maybe I was a bit extreme in the last paragraph. The bet has really been a thorn in my side for ages. AGES. I'll lose of I ever get to meet said actor. Noo...I retract that statement. No talking about said actor. See, bet bad. Baaad. I was doing so well. With new blue shoes I look like a blue footed boobie. You know, the bird. Yeah I thought so.
Note pad not really working. Am starting to make fun of people, rather than jot down dirty thoughts. Woops. Now that bet I would most definite efinitely lose. Not make fun of people. Gageez. Tried giving that up for lent once...and some people know how that turned out.
Day "A"
Yes, it has been so long that the entries now have surpassed numberage and have become letters. Well, it is the end of school, I'm home now, and semi-free. So you know what that means...the bet is OVER!!!! Yes, Poops and Mrs. C disagree...but I say it's over. Muah hah. And I write the entries, so there.
This whole "not being dirty" thing wasn't that bad, for the most time at least. There were moments.
A new little obsession is the hockey playoffs. I don't really care for regular season games anyway. But to not comment on the games...was such a wrong thing. To not comment on the contact fighting, the grabbing of shirts, grabbing of sticks....argh. I love it when a team I like scores, and immediately after, the whole team lifts their sticks up. No comment.
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