Before I get to anything, I want to show you how brilliant the people reading this blog are. Earlier this week, I posted a picture of my nearly-empty refrigerator here at school, the entire contents of which consisted of one lonely Sprite can.
Well, my first ever Japanese reader (as far as I know), Antireseau of "The Rest Taken" blog, took the picture and made some virtual enhancements to my supplies.
Here's the before and after ...
How cool is that?
I did in fact go grocery shopping, spending $36.50 on what I consider the bare essentials -- stuff like bread, milk, cereal, Vodka, Margarita mix and Skittles. I also bought a new supply of condoms, since that's the sort of thing you don't want to bring with you to school when your parents are the ones helping you move and unpack.
Sadly, nothing particularly newsworthy or exciting has happened in any of my classes yet, although I'll certainly keep you posted if something interesting occurs. In the meantime, let's get to some of the stuff you guys have left in the comments section over the past few days ...
Regarding the cute, young, extremely shy boy down the hall who I attempted to chat with while he moved in with his mom, Mr. Roboto said:
It is rare that we ever are faced with an opportunity to profoundly shape and change the course of another person's life for the better. While, typically, such opportunities are realized by attentive teachers, role models, or parents, there's nothing excluding such help from an internet sex goddess.
Ashley, this is your chance. With a little help from you, that shy, awkward boy *will* have a different life. As a human being, you have a duty to help him in that way that only Ashley can.
I agree with this completely and, as I said, I am considering making him my project for the semester. However, so far he hasn't cooperated. In fact, I think maybe he's been hiding from me.
Since introducing myself to him on move-in day, I've only seen him once, and that was just for a second while he was heading to class in a hurry. If I don't see him around soon, I think I'm going to re-introduce myself to him this weekend, and hope he's a little more outgoing to me when his mom's not around.
Regarding our shy little boy, Paige said:
I don't think he's gay, or not into you, he's just freaked like shit to be in a university, that's all.
This is obviously what I'm hoping for, although a little shyness isn't so bad (whereas a little gayness does me no good). I'm hoping he was just so nervous to be moving into a dorm, away from home, starting college and everything, that he couldn't properly act when the hot little girl from down the hall came calling.
He'll definitely get another chance to prove the first meeting was an aberration.
Regarding my move-in attire, which I described as my ""I'm trying to make it seem like I just threw anything on to move boxes but I'm really trying to look sexy as hell in these tight little sweatpants and belly-exposing tank-top" outfit, D Rant Master said:
Why is it that when a girl it pulling the "Oh this thing, I just threw it on" look they can come off so sexy? I mean it's not that when you ladies get all dressed up and ready to go you don't make our jaws hit the floor, but sometimes a girl in a tank top, a pair of nice little shorts, and a pony tail says it all.
I'm a big believer in this, although I personally feel sexier when I'm all dolled up. Still, on a typical day, I don't wear much makeup and my outfits are very casual. I'd say I go with jeans/shorts and a tank-top about 75% of the time.
I have a theory that the better looking a girl is, the sexier she'll look in grubby clothes, compared to dressy clothes. In other words, an average looking girl might look pretty good in a cocktail dress and fuck-me pumps, but she probably can't roll out of bed and turn heads getting breakfast in the cafeteria with her pajamas on.
Regarding the same subject, Anonymous said:
I knew it! Girls do know they look attractive wearing the "I'm trying to make it seem like I just threw anything on to move boxes but I'm really trying to look sexy as hell in these tight little sweatpants and belly-exposing tank-top outfit." Thank you for finally confirming my suspicions.
First of all, yeah, we know it. We also know that we could wear a potato sack and boys would think we're sexy. But in this specific case, my outfit was chosen very carefully, as it was move-in day and first impressions are very important.
Sure, I was wearing sweatpants, but they were tight and low cut. And sure, I was wearing some plain old tank-top, but my stomach was prominently featured and my boobs were on display.
It's like when people buy "worn out" jeans for a couple hundred bucks or those hats where the brim is pre-frayed. They are trying so hard to make it seem like they don't care how they look that they've actually come full circle and are probably more conscious of their appearance than people who wear tons of makeup and designer outfits.
And finally, my favorite comment on the week, regarding that lonely Sprite in my fridge, Anonymous said:
It's not a Diet Sprite.
Further evidence that this blog is made up.
First of all, this blog is not made up. If it was, it would be a whole lot more exciting and I'm pretty sure I'd have no problem seducing some 18-year-old down the hall.
Second of all, Diet Sprite is really gross and, for some reason, fairly difficult to find in stores. As for Sprite, it's not exactly like drinking liquid fat ... there are 140 calories in the whole can!
I am in the best shape of my life, probably as physically fit as any girl I know, and I drink Sprite like it's water, all day, every day. Also, I'm pretty sure I've yet to see a fat person who got there from drinking Sprite.
Plus, as Corwin Silvermage said in the comments, "Have you ever noticed how many really obese people drink nothing but diet pop?"
The key to me staying in shape is to eat and drink whatever the hell I want and then exercise like a maniac. That way, you don't have to give up stuff that tastes good and you can get the same results as you would with a diet, with the added benefit of having more tone and muscle.
Maybe I should write a book, like Dr. Phil ...