Sept 21, 2001

Sept 21, [New Radicals, "I Don’t Wanna Die Anymore"]

I feel like shit. I didn’t get any sleep last night, and today I’ve got

this horrid ass cold. My nose is all clogged up and I can’t talk very well.

I just sucks.

I went to classes today. I was proud of myself. I was going to just get

up and go home and sleep all day. But in Engl today we were going to talk

about same-sex marriges. Most of the people in there supported them, but

the prof kept throwing out things against it to keep the conversation going.

It was cool. Had I been able to talk I would have input alot more information

and educated alot of people. But I couldn’t talk at all this moring.

I got my voice back before Soc, that class was amusing. Vero’s ass was

numb. I laughed a whole bunch. lol.

I also found out that my Math 150 class was cancelled, which pissed me

off cause well. Had I known it was going to be cancelled I would have taken

the appointment earlier in the day, but since I thought that I was going

to have class I took the one at 3. So that means I won’t be able to get

home and see Adam tell ike 5 or so. Grrr at that.

This weekends going to be really busy. I have to get my hair cut and highlighted.

I have to fix my grandma’s computer. I dunno what’s wrong with it this time,

but I heard she was bringing it up to my aunts to have her look at it and

I was like, WTF? My aunt knows nothing about computers. So I’m going to

go over there Saturday morning and look at it. Then I’m going out with Vero,

Mandy, Adam, Julian and a bunch of other people Saturday Afternoon. Then

Sat night Adam and I have to go to his house cause we have to watch his

sister.

I like burning CD’s for people. Today while I was waiting for class to

start I went and colored on them. I was amused, as should be the people

that get them.

I’m going to spend about $60 this weekend. Grrr. I owe Jules like 30 some

for the tickets. Yay for RENT!

Sept 20, 2001

Sept 20, [Tool, "Relfection"]

RARR would be the best way to describe what I’m feeling right now. I dunno.

Sometimes the smallest things bother me. Not just bother me, but bother

me a LOT. Like when my friends go out and do things that I can’t be included

in. I know it’s not thier fault, I know that they want me to come, or do

whatever it is they’re doing, I know because they ask. (We’re going to assume

that people ask cause they want you there, just for the purpose of this

ranting). But I can’t be there, wether it be because of work, or school,

or distance, or something else. And my not being able to be there annoys

me. Really annoys me. I don’t know why either. I know that everyone else

has a life. I know that everyone else does thnigs that I won’t ever know

about. But if I know they’re doing something, that would invole me normally.

It bothers the hell out of me. Really really does. And that’s why when I

know about these things, I’m like, details, I want details about what happend.

I want to know everything, so I can feel as though I was there, or so I

can feel as though I was included. I guess that’s the best way to describe

it. It’s crazyness, I know. But it really does hurt me.

Sept 19, 2001 #2

Sept 19, #2 [Incubus, "Stellar"]

So my dad just called me and said that he had called Dewy Ford about my

car cause that’s where we took it originally to see what the problem was.

They’re the ones that said it would cost between $1,000 and $3,000 to fix

it. Well he bitched them out and they’re sending me a refund check in the

mail. Hehe. I’m so happy.

Also I just got done taking the practice exam for my Econ test that’s tomorrow

and there was this one question that said: Holding all else constant, if

butter and margarine are substitute goods, then as the price of butter rises:

A. the demand for margarine will fall

B. the quantity of butter demanded will fall

C. the demand for butter will fall

D. the demand for butter will rise

The answer is either B or C. Because they both say the same thing. I hope

he doesn’t pull a question like this on the test. I’ll be mad if he does.