Alyssa's Journal

4:20pm: Uh, Dear Diary, I guess,

I write to you (and to my friends) for wisdom and advice. No funny stuff, this is serious.

Okay, let's quit the princess act for 10 seconds so I can focus on being a real girl with real problems. Shocking, I know.


I like 3 boys. No, I don't want to hump/bang/fuck/nibble/get freaky with/pork 3 boys, I like them. Like, I really really like them. It's sort of a new feeling for me, this, I want to hold your hand and jump in a puddle-in-a-flirty-way type deal, so apparently Bad-Girl Partier Alyssa Marie Scott is growing up. Ugh, I knew this would happen some day. I am afterall, not 18 anymore. I'm 23. God, I'm old.



Some small background, first is Nathan, the marine boy. You remember him, I'm sure. I want gaga for him a couple of years ago, but it was short and sweet and came to a premature ending when he got shipped off to kill terrorists. that sucked. I think I drank myself into a coma for about 6 months over that loss. Even after dating other people, he still had an everlasting piece of Alyssa, and by that I don't mean he took my underwear. He likes to pop in and out of my life at key moments when I'm crushing someone else just to make my head spin.



Next came Gregg. Gregg is is a romantic dreamer that lives in the clouds with his feet on the ground, and I don't mean that in a bad way. He spent a year backpacking through Europe after school and still wants to go to Japan to teach English. He's fascinating. He's funny. He's romantic. He's sweet. He has an accent.



Jeb is the new kid on the block, sort of. I've known him for longer than I've known Gregg, actually, but it was only recently that I started secretly panting for him. Then I found out the feeling was mutual. Then I came home one day and Jill had left a little something for me on the table that had come earlier in the day.. flowers! he sent me flowers! For no reason at all!



I want them all.



How in the world am I supposed to choose? They all make me melt into a puddle.



I should just find myself a fuck buddy so I won't have to worry about these things.



It's Monday night, anyone want to make jello shots?

5:28pm: people actually comment on this thing when i'm not looking.

who knew?


Bottles up, kids! IT'S THE WEEKEND!

1:39pm: so my old friends (and roommate) have rediscovered livejournal and i'm being yelled at for not taking a part of it.

this is all i have to say.

i hate you all. you have diplomas and i have another semester. who am i supposed to party with now? transfer students? ew fucking ew.

3:28am: hot boy

9:58am: st. patrick's day is just an excuse to drink. and a damn good one at that. break out the green beer and funny little hats. today everyone is irish. glasses up.

12:35am: today jill is turning 21. the question is - will jill drink with me? to be continued...

5:11am: i went to my 11:00 am. my reward - fun. time for a well deserved weekend of partying. hooch time.

12:02pm: I woke up at 11:45, my class is at 11:00. Guess I'm not going to that one... again. This time I tried to go; I honestly did!! Truthfully, I blame Ariana who keeps turning off my alarm whenever I'm not home. Yes, sometimes I leave and forget to change the time and it will go off at random hours during the day, but you don't turn it off completely. You just turn off the alarm!! Damn medio spic needs to learn how to read American instructions. We talked about this. The problem should be solved. Well, it didn't work... entirely. This time she didn't turn it off (we're making progress). Instead of turning it off, she just turned the volume all the way down so I couldn't hear it. Sneaky bitch.

9:44am: does anyone else feel that there are ten times the amount of hot guys on this campus this semester? i feel i need to start tapping into the transfer and returning aboard boys.

1:47am: Getting Katie legally trashed is so much fun.

12:43am: New Years party like woah. I think I'm still drunk.

12:20am: there are so many hotties in some many clubs. i need to pace myself.

11:55pm: it's time for a break
break is coming, i'm tired of bryson. good sex, lacking in conversation... not that i mind the physical part but i would probably rather converse with a tree stump than with him. hot yes, long term boyfriend material? no. besides, he gets jealous when i engage in blow job shots with other guys/girls. and with break coming, i'm not engaging in a month long celibacy. there are many more florida boys to be had by me. come on, i'm hot shit.

7:13pm: well, it has been proven that i have not learned anything in french. hello F.

2:10pm: back and at it... in so many ways.

2:23am: sexually frustrated and sick of tofurky.

12:01am: i hope my mom doesn't read this.....
i definitely need to hook up with bryson before break. i don't know if i can last five days without humping that lean, mean machine.

wow, you would think that i never got laid. huh.

Current Mood: horny

12:35am: i have a math exam soon. i think i should study/look over what kind of problems will be on it. i don't think i could handle performing any sort of extra-curricular favors for this prof. somethings are just better left undone. this is one of them. i would have to be very very drunk and very very horny.

i spent last night with the boy i'm liking/kissing/humping. that's right. super hot bryson. he did call me. surprisingly i did manage to get up for my 10 am.

is december here yet?

12:22pm: saturday night... LIVE
I hooked up with the hottest guy last night. his name was bryson. even his name is hot. Il etait absolument magnifique!

he has my number.... pleeeeeeeeeaaaaase let him call me!

10:13pm: This weekend was a typical one. Went out on Friday, strapped on a buzz, met a dude, slept all day Saturday, studied today. Mix in brunch and shopping with the girls. Yesterday I went to class, and unfortunately today followed in a similar fashion. It's almost December...

2:11pm: Nekkie!
Last night the girls and I had a small "intimate" gathering at our house. Fifty people.... naked. That's right. Naked. The rule of the game: you lose, you lose an article of clothing. And you can't put it back on for the rest of the night..... Who arranged this whole thing? Me... of course.

8:28pm: does this mean i'm a slut?


yeah, so according to this quiz, i feel that maybe i have a little too much sex, but i can't help it if people want to see my boobies. and it's not like i can tell these fine usf boys no. i'm hot and i know it. does that make me a bad person. unlike the rest of my house, i do it for fun and not money, though donations won't be turned away.

8:29pm: it's eleven thirty and the club is jumpin', jumpin'
i want to be on the real world. je veux vivre dans un LOVESHACK à Paris.

i'm going clubbing tonight with my girls. fake IDs and innocent little white thongs all the way! if anyone tries to wake me up before my hangover is gone i'll kill you.

10:10am: My First Quiz! How exciting....




What's *Your* Sex Sign?

Yeah that's right.. Purrs like a kitten and rages like a tiger.

Je déteste l'école.

5:56pm: why classes suck
i think everyone knows that i hate french, but now i have a new class to add to my list - i hate history, specifically latin american history. why can't i just be excluded from these stupid core classes? come on! i'm cute! doesn't that count for something here! i live in the vault! you either need to have pity on me or try to sleep with me.