Haphazard Much?

I'm a Marylander with a haphazard Georgia peach twang. My boyfriend says that I like to add "E's" to random words like, "down, on, round...." I guess the majority of the words I Georgianize possess O's. Sure, Maryland is technically a southern state, but I live in Bimore where people say "wursher" instead of "washer", and "wooder" instead of "water." And just as a side note, people who mispronounce those words vex the hell out of me. My irritation with Baltimoreon lingo may be because I am a senior in college, and I am about to graduate with a Bachelor's in English-writing and Communications, but still, even if I weren't schooled about the proper way to speak, their language just sounds retarded.

But realistically, if I was to ever move to Kentucky, for example (and this supposition is probable because i have a cousin who lives there) I would inexorably adopt their "hick" way of talking within milliseconds. My boyfriend also tells me that I should stop listening to Country music because he believes that triggers my Georgian peach twang, but to give up Brad Paisley or Keith Urban----UNTHINKABLE!!!!!!! Country singers have the sexiest voices, not to mention that the music puts one through this random emotional cyclone---you never know whether you are going to cry, laugh your ass off, or get all tingley with love when a new song comes on the radio. "I wanna search you for ticks"--greatest pick-up line ever! Well, if you are hot and a smooth-talker, but otherwise, it's hysterical as shit!

It also makes you want to shake your booty. Come on, Trace Adkin's "Honky-tonk Badonky-donk" makes me move my hips and my butt, and I dont even notice I'm doing it until the person I'm sitting next to in the car, tells me to stop moving my butt on them.

But for those of you who think my ramblings are going to revolve solely around Country, not true. I listen to actually almost everything accept heavy metal and hard-core rap. I love Pop and Hip-hop. When I'm cleaning, or just in the mood for fun, I turn it on a mix station and dance around my living-room and kitchen. I have to admit, though, I also do random cardio moves to the mucic, as well, because I am an exercise gooroo addict. But I promise I wont go off on a tangent lecturing you guys about eating healthy t we actually love our new place despite all the crappy features.and working-out.

On to more serious shananigans...this year is a year for a whole lot of "firsts." No, I'm not about to drift into a virgin sex rant about my first kiss or sexual experience---those happened years ago. though, while we are on the subject, my first kiss sucked. Girls, if you are young and have never kissed a guy yet, then don't make your first with an Asian. No offense to any Asians out there, I have had numerous Asian friends during my life, but factually, Asian guys cannot kiss. This is how it goes:
guy opens mouth as large as it can open
girls comes in for the kiss
Guy attacks girl's mouth, lips and surrounding areas with open-mouth slobber
Finally, guy randomly shoves tongue into mouth without doing anything remotely related to a French-style kiss

So the first new thing is that my boyfriend and I bought our first car--a smexy indigo Huyndai Elantra! Not only is this car our first asset, but it became our first bill, or should I say bills given that a car brings both the car payment, auto insurance, and criminal high-priced gas. But I have to say, despite the bills, I am in love with car, partly because it's mine, and partly because it's awesome!

The second first is that I have finally got my first authentic apartment. It's not an on-campus dorm-like apartment; it's off-campus and it comes with irritating landlords and maintenance people. So you want to hear something too gross for a picture. The day I signed the lease and got my keys, the marketing specialist in the office came with my boyfriend and me to do a first looks around the apartment, and when we opened up the dishwasher, there was green, moldy water covering the bottom of the washer, and thats not all. We actually had to peel away a thick layer of disgustingness to get to the water. Then, yes there was more...we found a freaking hornet's nest in the master bedroom (aka mine and Chris's room.) Our roommate's bathtub was even caked in white paint. Those are the largest issues we have had, but the list of flaws totaled about thirty or forty, a request we put in about two weeks ago, and the maintainenance crew has yet to work on it. I guess they dont think college students are smart enough to catch all the nitty-gritty problems with a property, but what they dont know is that my boyfriend's mother has been a landlord for three properties for several years.

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