4/28/2003

I think I'm having a panic attack and it's one of the most horrible things I've ever experienced. When is this nightmare semester going to OVER?

posted 2:27 AM / post

4/25/2003

Being forced from your bed at 3 AM for a tornado warning sucks ass.

I hate the dorm.

posted 11:21 AM / post

4/11/2003

Someone put me out of my God damn misery.

Today SUCKS.

posted 2:02 PM / post

4/10/2003

It's April. Why is it 50 degrees outside, with winds up to 25 mph? Hmm? WHY?

*cough*

I finally picked up an application for Vessie B. and filled it out. Damn, this thing took some effort. But it's done, and I'm gonna go turn it in tomorrow. Here's hopin.'

Is it just me, or did this week go by really fast? Maybe it's 'cause I kept skipping class.

posted 11:21 PM / post

4/4/2003

I'm so overdue for a design change here. But I love this one so much, I haven't wanted to put up anything else. Plus I haven't been able to think of a good design...

I'm on my new computer. YAY! But... Dad installed Linux on it, dammit. Now I have to wait for Charlie to get here and install Windows for me. Grr. But he'll be home soon. Maybe half an hour. And he's bringing kitty with him! Err... Well, actually I'm only assuming that. If he didn't, I'm gonna kick his ass.

posted 8:20 PM / post

I think if Brannon ever has to live alone, she may inadvertently kill herself. She found a jar of salsa in the back of the cupboard that she remembered opening who knows how long ago, and she asked my opinion on how important it is to refrigerate things after opening them. I smelled it, and I thought it was a little funny. But to be sure, I told her to taste a little bit and see if it was okay. She said it tasted okay, but a little bit like barbeque sauce. I had to fight her for it and throw it away. Silly girl.

Food poisioning the night her show opens is not a good way to start the run.

posted 12:01 AM / post

4/3/2003

This may very well be the stupidest sentence I've read all night: Insecticides are used to control insect populations by killing them.

Environmental science is such a joy.

Listening to: You Don't Own Me by Lesley Gore

posted 10:57 PM / post

4/2/2003

The week is half over, yay! We actually discussed literature in class today, so that was an improvement. I kind of like this week's poems, by Thomas Hardy. Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave? is quite amusing.

I would just like to point out very quickly that out of the four meals I've eaten in the dining hall this week (which is amazing, in and of itself), I've had a salad with every one. Go me!

I have to do my Beauty project (comparing ad techniques or some such) this afternoon or tonight. I should do it this afternoon because I think I'm going out to dinner with Melanie and Heather for some future-roomie bonding time, but... Yeah, it might just wait until I get back. I found two pretty good ads in my new Cosmo; one for the new Clinique perfume (Happy Heart) and one from Jose Cuervo (tequila). So that's a start, anyway.

They finally posted the classes being offered next fall, and I have six I might take. I might take less, 'cause I'm not sure I actually need another LAS. But my choices are art history, medieval literature, history of England, intro to communications, general psychology, and LAS Knowledge. Oy. But they still haven't posted summer offerings, so I still don't know whether I need to find a job or not. Grr.

posted 1:53 PM / post

4/1/2003

Today was a pretty good day. I felt fine, except for when I first woke up in the morning. Then all I could think was, "God, please don't make me get out of bed." I mean, really, who was the genius that decided on making classes before 11 am? Come on!

English lit was just as fascinating as ever. Is there any actual English literature that discusses the current war with Iraq? No? Then why the hell did we spend 35 minutes talking about it?! If I wanted to talk about the war, I'd take a freakin' political science class. Teach me English lit, dammit!

Lunch today was either not horrible or I just didn't mind it so much after a week and a half away from the dining hall. But I had a slice of pizza and a small *gasp* salad! Be proud. Or afraid. Be proud or very afraid.