Musings, of course. And all of that other Monday stuff I do that you’ve come to love.

Name this song:

No more leaning on your shoulder
I won’t be there, no more bother
If you feel you just might want me
That’s too bad, I’m not that easy!

For the record, I AM that easy. Send me an e-mail and find out. Oh, wait, comment on the blog and find out… maybe send a carrier pigeon, although the poor bird may freeze mid-flight since I’m now living in the Arctic wonderland formerly known as NoVa.

I realize that the weather is a huge topic lately, so I’m just going to say this. I’m cold. My feet are cold, my hands are cold, my nose is cold. My skin is itchy, my aquarium won’t stay full and I am pretty sure that I could start my car with the static electricity that is coming from my dryer. I LOVE cold weather, but this is a bit much, and its totally making me rethink my desire to live further north. Texas is looking good right about now, and I’ve vowed to never live there. Ever. No offense. *hides under desk*

I started my last term on Saturday. When I say “started,” I mean that its the planning phase of things. The last three terms had only 10 days of planning during which I was impatient, but willing to go with it, because it was for the good of my education, right?  I am truly a planner extraordinaire, and much to my dismay, this planning session is now a whopping 14 days. Kill. Me. Now. I’m not going to say that I’m pretty much smarter than everyone else on the planet, but that’s the direction of this paragraph. It should not take 14 days to plan 4 papers using 12 books. It just shouldn’t. You can read 12 books in 14 days and write the 8,000 words over a weekend. Come on.

I already have my project for the term (it was decided pretty much instantly on Saturday) and now I have to wait for the advisor who already told me that she wants to be my advisor to receive the proper paperwork that I cannot turn in until tomorrow. Essentially, I am sitting on my ass when I could already be reading and writing. I’m annoyed, and the “planner” in me is dying a slow, painful death. Hopefully, none of this blog will come back to bite me on the ass as I freak out over deadlines.

Here is the most awesomest part: my term is all about female sexuality. This is awesome strictly because I am so not a person who talks about sex, at all. I’ve had a lot of sex, I’ve scored very low on those purity tests (or is it high? What’s the median “perv” score, anyway?), but I just don’t really talk about it. So, for the next 3 months, I’m going to have nothing but sex on my brain… AND I get to write about it. What a way to earn a degree. April, baby!

In the spirit of female sexuality, I’ve run across a question to ponder: if your SO (Significant Other) had a pocket poon/custom dildo that was modeled after someone else, would you be jealous?

That’s all from the Lorefront. Have a sex-filled, funkalicous week, ya’ll. Even those of you in Texas.

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By the way, I need some legwarmers to go with the new blog look, dontcha think?