I saw Mr. Drenth on Friday. He had a baby carriage with him. He brought his daughter, Lucy, to school with him. He was holding her, she was hanging onto his shoulder. Mr. Drenth was like “Lucy, say hi to Staci! Say hi!” I swear, if my happiness at that moment could talk, it would’ve filled the school with a deafening roar. I have never seen or experienced anything ever as cute as Mr. Drenth holding his daughter, bouncing her up and down, and acting like such a cute new father. I told him that she’s so cute, and he said thanks, in a really bashful way. I was so pissed that I had to go to Web Programming, I would’ve loved to just stay there and watch Mr. Drenth with Lucy all day.

I could’ve died. So sweet. I miss him.

The “Acceptable Use” policy at school. This is brand new. Another one that they didn’t put on there (unless I am blind) is that you are not allowed to change your desktop background. If they catch you with it changed, you must change it back to this nasty Mac purple. Yuck

Some of the rules make sense. Some don’t. No loitering? What, I can’t stand near your precious Macs?

EDIT: Oh, and by the way, I got my first of three Gardasil shots today.

I love me. “Hey Dad, after I go to the psychologist, can you take me to the pharmacy?”

Which basically means “Hey Dad, on Saturday I am having sex with my boyfriend for his birthday and the condoms I have have spermicide on them which tastes NASTY so I want to buy different ones, kthx?”

I got to Woodfield (Mall) planning to just find some sexy lingerie (that shit is EXPENSIVE!!! Shit, Wal-Mart is better) and I had about $100 to spend. So, I spent $42 on this lingerie combo (no, no pics for anyone. Not even Cat. ) and then the rest of my money on a pair of handcuffs, a cool looking laser light show thing, something awesome from Spencer’s called “Frisky Fingers” (ROFL) and some dinner.

I have about $10 left. I think.

Um, yeah. Here I am. I hate Photo class. Thank goodness that’s tomorrow and not today. I am going to the mall (Woodfield Mall, in case you are interested) to buy sexy things. Yes indeed.

Heh. Should be a fun week.

I have a date with Greggers for his birthday (which is technically October 1st, but we are going out for it on the 29th) around 6:00. He’s telling his mom we are going to have dinner and see a movie. Which I assume means “we are going to have dinner and then find a place to fuck” or something similar, which, in fact, I am very excited about. He told we he’s willing to learn how to please me, so that’s good. He’s really a nice guy.

I’m actually excited. This surprises me. Perhaps I really am in love with him. Hmm. Surprising, really.

(and I love that the title of this post has little to do with this. I did wash my schoolgirl skirts though. Plan on wearing one of them on our date.)

I don’t care how many men read this, this is my blog, so you are going to have to suffer through all the gory details of my first gynecological exam.

So, I was in the waiting room, texting Cat. Then I get called in by a nurse, was weighed, was heighted (lol) then told to sit in room #7 and my pulse was taken and my blood pressure. Both were fine. The nurse got out the pap smear stuff, laid it on the counter, then got out my gown and paper thingy. So she left, and I waited for the doctor. She asked me some questions like “has your medication changed since our last visit?” and stuff like that. Then she mentioned Gardasil before I did, because I was going to mention it to her. So we’ll get insurance’s approval and get some Gardasil going.

Anyways, now time for the great stuff. So I get naked, put on the gown, and covered my front with the paper thing. I laid on the exam table, and she felt my breasts, and everything is fine. Then She told me to scoot down, so my vagina was closer to her (lol) and then she said “this will be the most uncomfortable part.” and she sticks this stretcher thing into me (speculum, right?) and then it does some weird clicking, presumably stretching me wider. This did not hurt or bother me. This means that I have been having a lot of things up there and it’s already stretched out. So i asked her if things looked okay up there, and she said yeah, so awesome.
Anyways, then she sticks this swabby scrapey thing in there, says she can see my cervix, and gets some cells or whatever. Then we were done. Stretchy thing removed. Then I just sit up and get dressed and there we go. Once insurance clears the Gardasil thing, there we go. Oh, and the results of my pap smear will be called here in about a week.

Wasn’t that fun, guys???

Just… just look. Might be NSFW.

I got this really cool book safe that actually looks like a book (and when you pick it up, when you have stuff in it, feels like a book) It’s got a title, author, cover art, reviews and everything. Even a summary.’

I decided what to put in there. The big safe gets the meds (and various other items…) and the book safe gets to hold my stash of condoms and a couple of pregnancy tests (I get nervous as fuck even if I used a condom, I have a feeling I’ll always need to test myself for pregnancy.

Neither the condoms nor the pregnancy tests have expired yet, the pregnancy tests do in August 2008, and the condoms expire December 2008. So we’re cool.

Hey, I am just trying to stay safe and protected. And my dad would FLIP if he knew that at one point I was sexually active (and might be again soon). So, here we go.