Oh my, it's been a while since I've been here. Too much going on for me to have time and blog! I know, I know...shocking concept that I actually have a LIFE now. There's a scary thought for ya. I get to head up to Seattle for New Years, and party with some friends. I just realized how busy I'm going to be next semester with 16 credits, working, and trying to spend time with my boyfriend and friends. Oh wow, I just might be busy all the time!! Now there's a concept for ya! I'm still trying to get used to the idea of the words 'Me' or 'Charlene' and 'Life' in the same sentence. Hmm...time to go finish christmas presents.
Love ya'll.

I swear to God that only I would be able to sleep through my fucking alarm and miss my goddamn German final. GAAAAAH.
That's right kids, my final started at 8am, and I woke up at 9:30am. Thank God my prof. has a soul and let me take it later today. Which is fine, 'cause I kicked it's ASS. Who's leaving fall semester with a 3.7? THAT'S RIGHT!! ME!
Time to go finish celebrating...not that Marguerite and I didn't already start taking shots at 3:00pm or anything!
Love ya'll!
PS- I don't want to fucking come home! DAMN.

What a completely depressing week. Maybe depressing isn't so much the word to describe it as.....stressful. Either way, I don't know wether or not to laugh, cry, scream, or pop mass amounts of Valium. Christina left me today for the A Phi house next semester, and I'm so FRIGGIN' sad! Okay, we have class together...but hot chocolate hour is gonna be one hell of a walk! Gr...my boyfriend lives closer to her than I do. Aber Hall is losing it's appeal very very quickly....
Oh well, back to studying for finals. Again.

NEEET! I've never posted when I was drunk before!! Wanna know the cool thing? I can still type legitimately when I'm drunk off my ass....which would be right about now. Unlike some weird people I try to talk to online, and can't make out a single thing they're saying. Sad.
Anyway, my bed looks comfy. Bye bye!!!!

Erm...the lack of something to say gets really really annoying after a while. I took my English exam today, which was nothing more than an annoyance. Oh wait! I do have something to write about!
Charlene's Embarrassing story of the week:
So it's Friday and I'm on my way back to my dorm room from the gym. We're talking sweating, no make up, dirty hair. Anyway, I open my door and there are three boys (cute ones, no less) playing video games in my room, with my roommate nowhere in sight. SOMEONE EXPLAIN THIS!
Gaah. Anyway, now I gotta go figure out how the hell I'm gonna go take a shower and change with these guys in my room...hopefully they'll be too transfixed by the screen to notice me changing behind them. :)

Hmm, I suppose I should post something worth reading tonight. Although my blogs aren't really worth reading anyway, but I suppose I must supply my valued readers with SOMETHING, right?
Anyway, if I did my calculations correctly I should be out of this semester with a 3.5 GPA. Go me! Good to know College hasn't raped me yet! Anyway, I still have to read an average of two textbook chapters a night before finals...
And now I have money problems to deal with as well. How exciting. Well, I'm off to do something more interesting.....love ya'll.
PS- so much for posting something worth reading!

The Night Before Finals

‘Twas the night before finals,
And all through the college,
The students were praying
For last minute knowledge.

Most were quite sleepy,
But none touched their beds,
While visions of essays danced in their heads.

Out in the taverns,
A few were still drinking,
And hoping that liquor would loose' up their thinking.

In my own apartment,
I had been pacing,
And dreading exams I soon would be facing.

My roommate was speechless,
His nose in his books,
And my comments to him
Drew unfriendly looks.

I drained all the coffee,
And brewed a new pot,
No longer caring,
That my nerves were shot.

I stared at my notes,
But my thoughts were muddy,
My eyes went a blur,
I just couldn't study.

"Some pizza might help,"
I said with a shiver,
But each place I called
Refused to deliver.

I'd nearly concluded
That life was too cruel,
With futures depending
On grades had in school.

When all of a sudden,
Our door opened wide,
And Patron Saint-Put-It-Off
Ambled inside.

His spirit was careless,
His manner was mellow,
He started to bellow:
"What kind of student
Would make such a fuss,
to toss back at teachers
What they tossed at us?"
"On Cliff Notes!
On Crib Notes!
On Last Year's Exams!
On Wing-it and Sling-it,
And Last Minute Crams!"

His message delivered,
He vanished from sight,
But we heard him laughing
Outside in the night.

"Your teachers have pegged you,
So just do your best.
Happy Finals to All,
And to all, a good test!"

"What's it called when they take an Alcoholic and put them in a hospital and are like 'stay until your better.'?"
"...Rehabilitation?"
"YES! That's it!"

I'm bored out of my MIND....okay, pop quiz. What's the worst feeling in the world?
Being restless, but too lazy to do anything about it? Yes! Good answer.
Ich muß eigentlich mein Deutscher Aufsatz Shreiben, aber ich möchte nicht. Unser Professor sollte es eigentlich heute einsammeln, aber er hat es vergessen. Aaaahhh, den ganzen tag hab ich überhaupt nichts getan...das hält kein nomaler mensch aus.

Interesting and sophisticated,
Refusing to be celebrated,
It's a monumental big screen kiss,
it's so deep it's meaningless.
One day you'll just up and quit,
And that'll be it,
Just then the stripper stopped In a coughing fit,
She said sorry i can't go on with this.

Yeah that's awful close,
But that's not why,
I'm so hard done by.

It was true cinema à clef,
You should see it before there's nothing left,
In an epic too small to be tragic,
You'll have to wait a minute,
Cause it's an instamatic.

Yeah that's awful close,
But that's not why,
I'm so hard done by.

Just then the room became more dimly lit,
As the emcee carried on with it,
And now that i got you all strangely compelled,
I'm afraid that Candy's not feeling well.

Bring me back in shackles,
Hang me long out in the sun,
Exonerate me,
Forget about me,
I recommend measures for ending it.
Lover, she simply slammed the door.
She said, "you're gonna miss me,
Wait and you'll see."

Fully, Completely.

I ponder the endlessness of the stars,
Ignoring said same of my father.
Either it'll move me,
Or it'll move right through me;
Fully, Completely.

"I'm going to get out of bed every morning, and I'm going to breath in and out all day. And eventually, I won't have to make myself get out of bed every morning, and remind myself to breath in and out all day. And then, I'll forget that for a while....my life was absolutely perfect."

A girl is standing on the street corner, playing a blue electric guitar and it breaks.
"If a young woman dreams that a guitar is either unstrung or broken, it foretells that disappointments in love are sure to overtake her."
And the road to spinsterhood begins!!!

"...'Cause I still want all the Sex and Money!"
"Well anyone would feel guilty if it was a big fat honkin' piece of deep-fat-fried cheesecake!" -CC

This is pathetic. I have absolutely nothing to say. Not a damn thing. How ridiculous is that??? Me, the one person who never really shuts up at all (I probably talk in my sleep), doesn't have a story to tell. Okay, so maybe the problem isn't the fact that I have nothing to say, it's the lack of excitement in my non-existent life. Yeah, that's probably it. I've decided that It's been way too long since I've been to a concert. Damn Incubus and going to Europe in December. FUCK! I never got to see them....
Anyway....all the snow's starting to melt now. Sad.
I'm excited to go out tonight though! Yay for Keggers!! And yes Christina, I've ALWAYS said YAY.
I don't want to go home in two weeks. I really don't. Where the hell am I going to find a keg in Oregon? That's right, I'm not. Stupid west coast and their MIP's. Did you know people on the East Coast hardly KNOW of MIP's? Yeah, pathetic huh?
I thought so. Oh well, just gonna have to toke it up I guess. :)

So guy #1 walks into a pawn shop and sells his old stereo about 5 minutes before guy #2 walks into the same pawn shop only to see the same stereo to be the nicest stereo ever. So guy #2 buys the stereo and as he is walking away with his new purchase guy #1 sees how the stereo looks from a distance and decides that he actually wants the stereo. So the two men (both wanting the stereo) cut into each other making complete asses out of each other until finally the stereo screams "I am a real stereo, don't you see that I have feelings too and I don't want to chose between the one who I got so used to being with but then gave me up and the one who hasn't even tested me out yet?!?!"
"Meanwhile, an equally nice Amplifier is given to the pawn shop by her previous guy #2, and traded in for a one-time use camera. Her previous guy #1 sees this and says, "Hey amplifier! wanna have one more bass bouncing go in my car around the block?!" Amplifier ignores him. She looks over and sees the two guys arguing over a stereo that's made by the same company, BoysUzUs. Inc. So she amplifies her beautiful voice across the store, putting the two boys into a trance, and Amplifier and stereo run off to Egypt before any of the cretins knew what hit them."
MEN SUCK!!!!
--CC, CZ

Thirteen pages in ten hours. No human being can tolerate that much inhumanity. Which is probably why this blog will contain loads and loads of inproper grammar and spelling because you know what?! I just really don't give a fuck right now! Yes, you heard me! I don't! So HA!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't do that again!! Ever!! I have no mind left! Everything is funny! I dont' know wether to laugh or cry! *sigh* maybe I should go to bed before I hurt myself......

QUOTE TIME!! Con't.
"Nice try, but I'm keeping the boots!!"

QUOTE TIME!
"Light is a noise in my infinite darkness." - Riding the waves of THC
"you know we're both hopeless romantics forever trapped behind a shell of cynicism and pessimism!" Thank you Alison for stating my charachter so well.
erm...I'll add more later.

I swear to god the people above us must be the biggest klutzes in the entire world. Or at least in our Dorm. I'm laying in bed at about 2a.m. attempting to go to sleep, when to my surprise there arose such a clatter....something, something, something. Damn, should start remembering those Christmas stories. Anyway, for about five minutes they keep dropping shit on their floor which coincidentally just happens to be our ceiling. From what I can tell, it sounds like pens, or tacks, or little nick-knacks (pretend that didn't rhyme). Anyway, it's not the first time either.
My room mate and I have this tendency to join our attempts at procrastinating during finals time, and play endless hours of Frogger on her PS2. Trust me, it's more fun than it sounds. So I'm sitting there minding my own business, desperately attempting to keep my mind from wandering back to the fact that I have three papers due within the next few days and focus more on the fact that I'm getting my little green Froggy ass kicked by my room mate. All of a sudden there's this huge THUD from up above, and I seriously thought the ceiling was going to collapse on my head. My room mate and I look at each other, look up, look at each other, shrug, and go back to our game. Thought running through my head: Hmm, bowling team must be home...

Seven a.m....
The garbage truck beeps as it backs up,
And I start my day thinking about what I've thrown away.
Could I push rewind?
The credits traverse, signifying the end...
But I missed the best part,
Could we please go back to start?
Forgive my indecision,
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side.
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.
Eleven a.m....
By now you would think that I would be up,
But my bed sheets shade the heat of choices I've made,
And what did I find?
I never thought I could want someone so much,
Cause now you're not here and I'm knee deep in that old fear,
Forgive my indecision,
I am only a man.
Then again, you're always first when no one's on your side,
But then again, a day will come when I want off that ride.
Twelve p.m. and my dusty telephone rings,
Heavy head up from my pillow, who could it be?
I hope it's you....
-11 a.m.

...I hate the fact that I keep all my MP3's on my playlist alphabetically. And then I'll be listening to this really awesome song that I'm totally into, and the next thing I know some random weird song that's not even in the same music genre will come on and it will completely disgust me because it's like,"God dammit, I'm not in the mood for this shit." And I can't turn it off fast enough....okay, I'm done.

Someone please explain this to me, because by god it just beyond me. WHY are men such assholes? Seriously. The reason I bring this up is because of some recent information that has been brought to my attention. Okay, well most of you who read this have already heard about last weekend and this certain guy who's name starts with a D and ends with a 'rew'. ANYWAY, I find out today that he's got this cute little girlfriend back home named Nicole whos still a senior in high school, and very far away from her boyfriend who "loves her." Yeah, you heard me. "Oh baby, I love you and miss you so much. But don't worry about me, there's this girl coming over tonight that's pretty good at what she does, so I'm being taken good care of." Hmm...somehow I don't think that's quite how their conversations go. Not only that, but supposedly he's never had a girlfriend that he hasn't cheated on.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm all about playing if they're free to play, but when they're keeping pictures of their girlfriends in drawers so no one will ask who she is, I have a small problem with that. GAAAAH.
NEXT!

Okay, so after having a recent conversation with a good friend of mine, she asks me what my ideal guy would be like. Not a question I get very often, and it happend to stick in my head for a few days and the list of qualities started accumulating in my mind, so I made the ultimate decision to post them. Not to sure if this is a good idea or not, but oh well. Be warned: This list could get quite lengthly. Also know that if I was to actually find all of these qualities in one guy it would be an act of god, but if I limited myself to all of these qualities, I shall remain a spinster for the rest of my life (a road I'm sure I'm already on). So, for your entertainment read on.... Oh, and if for some reason you were led to my page and are a stranger who lives within a reasonable driving distance of Missoula, MT who has many of the listed qualities, feel free to E-mail me. :)
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Thick dark brown hair, waves or curly is okay...short or medium length is good..so are highlights. Green, hazel or dark brown eyes, straight teeth, beautiful smile, dimples are good. :) Okay, well basically if your hot. Must be at least three inches taller than me, preferrably around the 6ft area, lean muscles, easy on the body hair, a washboard stomach never hurt anybody!
Tattoos are good, but not excessivly. Pierced tongue is hot, so is cartilage, or earlobes. Sense of humor, sweet, nice, has manners..yadda yadda yadda, you've heard all this. Flowers are always a plus (Hint: Yellow roses!)
MUST LOVE MUSIC. PERIOD. Singing, guitar, piano and/or drums playing. Writes poetry, tourtured souls are good too (thanks bubba!) Really smart, enjoys reading, walks in the snow, wrestling :)
Knows how to ski (and likes it), knows how to ride horses (and likes it), will willingly buy my a horse (just kidding.)
Accent's are always awsome! English, Australian, Irish, Scottish, Southern (Not Canadian, that's just an inability to pronounce the english language. Stick to French.) Speaks a second language (Spanish, French, Italian..oooo), and knows how to cook, 'cause I can't. Doesn't like the Portland Blazers, but is partial to LA Lakers, likes Hockey (Col. Av's) and traveling....erm...that's all I can think of right now. Probably a good thing, too.
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Wow...what a weekend. Um...should probably stay on the safe side and keep quiet about some things...hehe...well, most things. But hey, if you get curious I just might tell all. :) Marguerite, Alison, you two are void from this since I already told you all...and Marguerite...well, you were there!
Anyway, it's almost 4pm and I still haven't started on my paper. Nine pages, due tomorrow...well, sort of anyway. Due to Marguerite tomorrow, but...she loves me and I can turn it in later. :)
Humm...I guess I'm not going to the gym again...oh well. I'll kick my ass tomorrow. Erm...have a good day, talk to you all later.
Uh yeah...so much to say today huh?

*Think Little Rascals*
I got NOOKIE, I got NOOKIE, I got NOOKIE, HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY!!