another thing that was bothering me and I briefly touched upon in my last entry is how spitting game seems to be a lost form of art. I can't believe some of the things I've heard lately, not just directed at me but at female friends and classmates.

I was debating this issue with a guy friend. he went so far as to tell me that he has a specific strategy and then he broke it down for me. he said that what he does is he compliments two features above the neck, mentions one thing that needs improvement and he has all the girls chasing him. I asked for a specific example. and he says:

"you have beautiful eyes and lovely hair, but your shoes are wack."


that has got to be the worst line I have ever heard.

I cannot speak for all females, but I think that I speak for a decent percentage when I say that if you insult my shoes . . . well, those are fighting words. I take my footwear and shoe shopping seriously.

to insult my shoes or my clothing and to go so far as to call it 'wack' . . . I think it goes without saying that if I hear that, the last thing I want to do is drop my panties for you. just saying.

and now I will be at the mall when it opens tomorrow, and I guarantee you I will get a new pair of shoes they will be fabulous and not wack in any way, shape or form.

in other news, I spent more time in the closet today. not much improvement in going at it solo. at least I didn't fall asleep this time my imagination is improving a lot. and listening to music helps. for reasons I don't understand myself, NKOTB really got me going *shrugs*


until next time,

h0tcumm0dity*

one awful habit that I have is staying up late every single night, no matter how early I need to be up the next morning. I should be asleep right now and need to be awake in 4 hours but noo, I'm blogging instead *sigh*

my New Years resolution was to go to bed earlier. I guess I'll always be a night owl, no matter what. the week before classes started I was doing rather well, and I woke up by 9am everyday but that all just went to shit this week.

luckily I only have 3 classes today and need to be on campus at noon, unless another miracle occurs and classes are cancelled, yet again.

something I was just discussing with someone last night and something I've never understood about myself is how my behavior changes depending on the class I'm in. one class is an advanced composition class that everyone at the university is required to take. I've spoken to only one other person in that class, besides the prof, and I only spoke to her because she needed a partner.

my composition prof is fond of asking people to pair up and do work and that is really not my thing. I'm not an anti-social person, I do rather well at making conversation, but I am NOT going to walk around the classroom, seeing if someone wants me to be their partner. for one thing, I don't like getting out of my seat and abandoning my personal items. I also don't like doing group work. things never go well and it's usually a disaster.

that prof is pretty cool though, at least so far. she lets us read and write about whatever we choose. we had a "speed dating" exercise in class and I ended up talking to her for awhile. I found out she lives in a town not too far from me that I fucking *adore*. she's biffles with the owners of an espresso bar that make a latte that I would drink everyday if I could. [[I don't drink coffee or lattes everyday because it causes problems. I stick to decaf, when possible.]] her apartment is over the art gallery where I purchased this beautiful pair of earrings. I've looked into apartments there but I'm sure I'd need a roommate. it's definitely a suburb, but it's widely regarded as a "hot spot" of sorts. there's even a nightclub, which I haven't been to yet but I'll get there one of these days.

now, when I have specific classes that pertain to my major, I *always* get along with the prof. the prof will take a special interest in me for whatever reason. I always make a friend or two, as well. this time, I'm taking a very easy class for my major which is an interdisciplinary requirement. so I was thrust into a group with 2 other girls. one is a Psych major and one is an Education major. so chances of me having another class with them are slim to none.

anyway, the two of them are a riot! we get along wonderfully, and they're both really laid back. they are both younger than me, of course, but age doesn't really stop me from getting close to people. one of my best friends back home is 40 and I tend to enjoy the company of people older than myself it's just a different experience for me to click so well with people who are younger than me, it doesn't happen much. most of the people I'll encounter will be young, so I suppose it's something I need to get used to.

there are a total of 3 people that I made friends with last semester, the first one at my university.

one is a chick who just turned 22. I met her in class I need for my major. we talked a lot at school and ended up being in a group together for a presentation. we're facebook friends but other than that, I don't think we'll end up spending time together outside of class. she is nice to me but can be very judgemental. she'll say "oh yeah, I can't stand those blonde athletic sorority bitches" etc etc. ok, the stereotype she is talking about does exist, no doubt about it, but not everybody is who they seem to be. she doesn't give anybody who seems to fit the mold she describes a chance to prove her wrong.

the next girl is someone I ended up talking to because she sat by me in another class I need for my major. she's pregnant and I think we first started talking because I'd ask her if she needed help carrying her books or if she needed a ride. sometimes she'd walk into class a few minutes before the start time, put her books down, leave and not come back for 30 min or more. [[which is a lot considering the entire class is less than an hour long]] so when she came back I'd ask her if she was ok and then I'd update her on whatever she missed. during our last day of class, she handed me an invitation to her baby shower! which I thought was sweet I ran into her earlier this week on campus and we chatted on the shuttle; unfortunately, we don't have any classes together this semester.

the third chick I made friends with just turned 21 and she was in a communications class I was required to take. I didn't talk to her much at first but one day, a month after classes started, she told me that she liked my shirt and then she said "well, your outfits always look nice. if this class had a best dressed award, you'd win."

*melts*

so we got to talking about where we go clothes shopping and all that and as the semester went on we would talk about other things too. eventually she told me about her boyfriend who is a complete bum and she ended up kind of/sort of kicking him to the curb. she'd still compliment my clothes and my hair and say "h0tcumm0dity, you look great today!" and "aww, you look so pretty!"

*****ok, this chick is not trying to get into my pants but her game is on point. this is how you spit game, gentlemen*****

oh and fellas, not ALL of you needed to be schooled on that. some of you do a fine job spitting game. ok, back to our scheduled programming.

anyway, she is not someone I'd think I would have ended up being friends with at first. our taste in music and in the clothing we wear everyday is rather different. she has body modifications that I'm terrified to think of undergoing myself. but we both found out we like to watch porn, soo . . . that's cool

so her classes are on completely different days than mine. I haven't seen her at all. but I really miss her. and she told me before the end of the semester that she thought of me as more than a classmate, that I was her friend too, and she'd like to hang out.

I haven't done this in years, but I think we're going to have a girl's night. we haven't figured out precisely what we'll do, but we'll either go into the city and have dinner and then sleep at my place. or go to a dive bar down the street and sing karaoke. or just sleepover at my place, watch movies, make margaritas and homemade pizzas and probably look at porn. maybe I'll convince her to make an account here? [[I am *such* a good little pizza maker, btw ]]

maybe I am starting to make friends in this big city. who knew? it's certainly taken awhile.

this entry was long. congrats if you've made it this far. I'm thinking the first 5 people who comment should get a prize? lol

and now I must get to sleep, before I'm completely wrecked.

until next time,

h0tcumm0dity*

so. I had to change my "about me" section, because I was getting way too many jokes about the 'big city' thing. I had previously written that I had just moved from a small town to a big city. not THE big city, A big city. I realize how small town it sounds to say "THE big city" and of course, there is more than one big city, which is why I avoided writing it. however, that didn't stop people from making jokes about it. [[as in, "how's it going, city girl?" *rolls eyes*]] I know a few of you meant in a teasing way and were not trying to offend, so my irritation is not directed towards you. we cool? good.

I don't know if this will come as a surprise, but I am not terribly well versed in the art of masturbation. I do think I'm quite capable of getting men and women off with my fingers but when it comes to myself . . . not quite so much. my arousal even feels different to me when I touch myself. it comes and goes and if I'm with someone else (and he's doing it right), the sensation doesn't stop.

so I guess what this means is that I need to do it more often. practice makes perfect, right? and I might need to invest in some proper toys when I'm going at it solo. I have a rabbit toy and I can count on one hand the number of times I've used it. years ago, my gay bff at the time gave me a huge pink dildo and christened it with my father's name. which means that I have never, ever used it. ironically, I think my father ended up finding it after I moved. he had the good sense not to say anything, if he did in fact, find it.

so now that I've moved and had to go an ungodly amount of time without getting laid until recently, I think I owe it to myself to become more well-versed in the art of masturbation. because, let's face it, me orgasming on a regular basis will benefit all of mankind. I'll be a much happier chica and the people around me will be happier too

I tend to do most of my exploring in my closet. at the new place, I have a large and lovely walk-in closet. it's nice and spacious with more than enough room to lie down. one day I was in there for awhile and made the mistake of bringing a pillow and fell asleep in there. [[see what I mean? I'm so lame at doing it solo that I put myself to sleep! ]] there's even a light in there, but sometimes I turn it off so I can get into the right frame of mind

I just don't know what I'm doing wrong. maybe the way I'm wired won't allow me to orgasm from my own stimulation? I'm having fun experimenting with it but to get all hott and bothered from solo activity, I have to REALLY use my imagination, which I'm afraid is not what it used to be. *sigh*

the funny thing is, when I'm engaging in sexual activity with someone else, I moan rather easily. it doesn't take much to turn me on. one day at school, this guy accidentally [[at least, I think it was accidentally]] brushed up against me while we were packing our things and leaving the classroom and I was wearing a thin tank top and it made my head spin. thankfully, I didn't moan, that would have been awkward.

hmm. I think part of the problem is that the little things I really enjoy are hard to do alone. I like having my hair played with, my earlobe nibbled on, being massaged and I recently found out having someone's tongue in my navel is pretty fucking amazing

I wonder what response I'd get if I put an ad on craigslist requesting someone to come into my closet and doing those four things to me? I wouldn't actually do that, because I AM rather shy and craiglist just isn't my style. but hey, I'm in the big city now right? there has to be someone within the city limits who would be down

until next time,

h0tcumm0dity*