Do you ever have imaginary conversations with people? Sometimes I imagine a situation that could possibly happen and how I would react, or how my friends would react. I think it's that sometimes I just feel like fighting with someone (doesn't matter who) and this is a way to do it without alienating everyone I know. Which is good.
The other night I had a dream that I got in a fight with one of my friends, and when I woke up I was still mad at her. It was really odd, too, because I don't even know what we were fighting about. So, if I'm ever mean to you for no reason, it's probably because I dreamt that we had a fight and I'm still mad at you for whatever you said to me. So why don't you just apologize already?
Friday, January 30, 2004
Thursday, January 29, 2004
Sometimes I feel like I have a lot of pent up hostility and I worry that at some point it's going to explode everywhere. Or I'm going to release it at the wrong person. Or at the right person, but in the wrong amount.
Whatever. I just remembered that the deadline for submissions to the Spectrum (Wittenberg's non-fiction magazine) is tomorrow, so I'm trying to get everything ready to send. I've had this story ready to go since the end of last semester. Way to wait to the last minute, Jennie. Awesome.
It's snowing still, and it's been snowing pretty hard for a couple of hours, so even though I know Wittenberg will never cancel classes (unless, ironically, hell should freeze over), I'm hoping some of my profs won't make it to campus. Not that I want them to get in an accident or something, I just want them to see that there's lots of pretty snow and it's much too dangerous to venture out in. That's all.
Whatever. I just remembered that the deadline for submissions to the Spectrum (Wittenberg's non-fiction magazine) is tomorrow, so I'm trying to get everything ready to send. I've had this story ready to go since the end of last semester. Way to wait to the last minute, Jennie. Awesome.
It's snowing still, and it's been snowing pretty hard for a couple of hours, so even though I know Wittenberg will never cancel classes (unless, ironically, hell should freeze over), I'm hoping some of my profs won't make it to campus. Not that I want them to get in an accident or something, I just want them to see that there's lots of pretty snow and it's much too dangerous to venture out in. That's all.
I just went through all my old entries. I took out a few things I didn't want people to read, but don't worry . . . most of the embarrassing things I've done are still there. Also, there are a lot of entries about drinking, the bar, or being hungover. I don't want anyone to think that's all I do. But, you know, I am in college.
I'm watching Oprah right now, and it's her 50th birthday celebration. Tina Turner sang Proud Mary, it was awesome. Stiffie and I were wondering how old she is now.
Also, John Travolta is a massive tool, even with his Pulp Fiction hair.
I'm watching Oprah right now, and it's her 50th birthday celebration. Tina Turner sang Proud Mary, it was awesome. Stiffie and I were wondering how old she is now.
Also, John Travolta is a massive tool, even with his Pulp Fiction hair.
I just found out that I passed my senior comps. So, yay! One more requirement for graduation is fulfilled. Whoopdee shit. I was going to do some homework but I really don't feel like it. There's only so much 18th century British poetry I can read before I want to claw my eyes out. I don't know what my problem is; I read like two lines and then the page gets all blurry and I start daydreaming about what William Wordsworth looked like. I know. I'm weird.
I had a conference with my writing teacher today about my first story. He really seemed to like it and he told me I was a good writer, which always feels great. It's just been a good news day.
Later I have to go watch a bunch of ADHD kids while their parents attend an ADHD seminar to learn how to deal with them. I'm doing it to fulfill my community service requirement (for school, not because I got arrested shoplifting or something).
So, I bought this John Mayer poster off Ebay, but every time I try and go to pay for it the page won't display. Not that I want to pay for it, but I would eventually like the poster. I knew it was a mistake to start visiting Ebay again. It's so addicting. It's almost like a game. I'll sit at the computer and keep refreshing the screen to make sure no one is bidding against me, and if they do I'm obsessed with beating them. Ebay even says "you won the auction," so I think they really are trying to perpetuate the "it's just a game, not real money" idea. Bastards.
I keep thinking of putting a link to this website in my AIM profile, but I kind of like the idea that no one I know reads the things I write here. On the other hand, why would I be writing any of this if I didn't want people to read it?
Although, the thought that my parents might read some of the things I write in here scares the crap out of me. Maybe I can do a parental-edit and then share it with people. Yikes.
I had a conference with my writing teacher today about my first story. He really seemed to like it and he told me I was a good writer, which always feels great. It's just been a good news day.
Later I have to go watch a bunch of ADHD kids while their parents attend an ADHD seminar to learn how to deal with them. I'm doing it to fulfill my community service requirement (for school, not because I got arrested shoplifting or something).
So, I bought this John Mayer poster off Ebay, but every time I try and go to pay for it the page won't display. Not that I want to pay for it, but I would eventually like the poster. I knew it was a mistake to start visiting Ebay again. It's so addicting. It's almost like a game. I'll sit at the computer and keep refreshing the screen to make sure no one is bidding against me, and if they do I'm obsessed with beating them. Ebay even says "you won the auction," so I think they really are trying to perpetuate the "it's just a game, not real money" idea. Bastards.
I keep thinking of putting a link to this website in my AIM profile, but I kind of like the idea that no one I know reads the things I write here. On the other hand, why would I be writing any of this if I didn't want people to read it?
Although, the thought that my parents might read some of the things I write in here scares the crap out of me. Maybe I can do a parental-edit and then share it with people. Yikes.
Monday, January 26, 2004
SNOW DAY! Ok, not really, because Wittenberg sucks and because it's a private university feels the need to never cancel classes even though every school district in a 50 mile radius is closed. Not to mention the fact that most professors live off campus so they still have to drive on the bad roads. Plus, Wittenberg's campus has hills. Lots of them. Steep ones. Covered in ice. My housemate fell on the way to class today and messed up her knee. I, however, declared my own damn snow day and slept in. Fuck you, Wittenberg and your damn icy sidewalks.
I love snow and everything, just not when I have to function normally in it. It's fine if I want to go sledding or get in a snowball fight, but cleaning off my car and braving the icy tundra on the way to class? Not my idea of a good time. This is why, when I get a real job somewhere, I hope it's somewhere warm. Some place where it never snows. And if it does, it's only like half an inch and people freak out and everything gets cancelled anyway because, in that warm place, snow is a sign of the apocalypse. Sweet.
We had rush last week. For those of you who are not of the Greek persuasion, that's when sororities and fraternities recruit new members. It's a long and exhausting process and frankly, I'm glad it's over. Although, it was the last time I'll ever get to do it so the last party was kind of bittersweet. We seniors more than made up for on Bid Night (this is when the new members spend the night at their new house; or wherever they pledged). It's tradition in our house that while the underclassmen have to stay in the sorority house all night, the seniors get to leave at midnight and, basically, get really drunk. Which we did. We stayed at the house across the street (where some of the senior girls live) until about 3 AM, playing a wicked game of I Never. And I learned a LOT about my sisters that I would have never suspected, even though I've played I Never with these girls for three years now. Then a group of us when to one of the fraternity houses. We played Foosball, pool, and beer pong til about 6 in the morning, at which point we ventured back to the sorority house to get some food and wake everyone up. At some point (and I'm still not really sure how this happened) I had a swim cap on and was riding around on someone's bike inside the house. We took pictures of all this with cameras we found in varous places around the house, so a few people are going to be surprised when they get their film developed.
All in all, a great weekend, even though yesterday I didn't get up til 3:30, and I was very useless for the entire day. Good times.
I love snow and everything, just not when I have to function normally in it. It's fine if I want to go sledding or get in a snowball fight, but cleaning off my car and braving the icy tundra on the way to class? Not my idea of a good time. This is why, when I get a real job somewhere, I hope it's somewhere warm. Some place where it never snows. And if it does, it's only like half an inch and people freak out and everything gets cancelled anyway because, in that warm place, snow is a sign of the apocalypse. Sweet.
We had rush last week. For those of you who are not of the Greek persuasion, that's when sororities and fraternities recruit new members. It's a long and exhausting process and frankly, I'm glad it's over. Although, it was the last time I'll ever get to do it so the last party was kind of bittersweet. We seniors more than made up for on Bid Night (this is when the new members spend the night at their new house; or wherever they pledged). It's tradition in our house that while the underclassmen have to stay in the sorority house all night, the seniors get to leave at midnight and, basically, get really drunk. Which we did. We stayed at the house across the street (where some of the senior girls live) until about 3 AM, playing a wicked game of I Never. And I learned a LOT about my sisters that I would have never suspected, even though I've played I Never with these girls for three years now. Then a group of us when to one of the fraternity houses. We played Foosball, pool, and beer pong til about 6 in the morning, at which point we ventured back to the sorority house to get some food and wake everyone up. At some point (and I'm still not really sure how this happened) I had a swim cap on and was riding around on someone's bike inside the house. We took pictures of all this with cameras we found in varous places around the house, so a few people are going to be surprised when they get their film developed.
All in all, a great weekend, even though yesterday I didn't get up til 3:30, and I was very useless for the entire day. Good times.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Ugh. Why, why, WHY did I drink all that wine last night? I was going to stay in and do homework. I got the staying in part right, but unless I was supposed to be studying the bottom of a wine bottle I didn't get much homework done. And, this is the best part, I managed to make an ass of myself without even having to go all the way to the bar. Awesome. Go me.
WHOOPS! That's all I'm gonna say. Minor setback, but easily fixable. Anyway.
No me gusta Spanish right now. I took four years of it in high school, and about a fourth of a semester of it sophomore year in college, but now that I'm actually immersed in a class where the teacher expects us to understand and respond in Spanish, I want to kill myself. I was trying to do my homework last night and I realized I have completely lost all the Spanish vocab I have ever known. I guess it'll slowly come back to me, but I wish I could just push a button and have all this information I once knew moved to the front of my brain. I guess they're right about the whole drinking killing brain cells thing. I think I lost most of the Spanish knowledge somewhere between my 21st birthday and spring break.
No me gusta Spanish right now. I took four years of it in high school, and about a fourth of a semester of it sophomore year in college, but now that I'm actually immersed in a class where the teacher expects us to understand and respond in Spanish, I want to kill myself. I was trying to do my homework last night and I realized I have completely lost all the Spanish vocab I have ever known. I guess it'll slowly come back to me, but I wish I could just push a button and have all this information I once knew moved to the front of my brain. I guess they're right about the whole drinking killing brain cells thing. I think I lost most of the Spanish knowledge somewhere between my 21st birthday and spring break.
I know it's only the second day of classes, but is it too early to say I'm tired of them?
Ok, that's mainly a lie, because I actually really like all of my classes so far. I just don't like the, you know, getting out of bed for them. That's always been my problem, though.
I really have nothing much to say, since I've been pretty preoccupied with classes and everything. I'm kind of freaking out because I already have a ton of homework, but hopefully it'll slow down (or at least seem to) as the semester goes on.
This is quite possibly the most boring entry in the history of the internet. And guess what. That's a minute of your life you'll never get back. Mwaahaahaa. Ha.
Ok, that's mainly a lie, because I actually really like all of my classes so far. I just don't like the, you know, getting out of bed for them. That's always been my problem, though.
I really have nothing much to say, since I've been pretty preoccupied with classes and everything. I'm kind of freaking out because I already have a ton of homework, but hopefully it'll slow down (or at least seem to) as the semester goes on.
This is quite possibly the most boring entry in the history of the internet. And guess what. That's a minute of your life you'll never get back. Mwaahaahaa. Ha.
Monday, January 05, 2004
Yay, my car has new tires! So very exciting. I finally went to the bookstore and bought the book I'm supposed to read for Senior Comps. I should have gotten it at the beginning of break, but that's just so unlike me. I wouldn't have wanted to frighten anyone with my unpredictable behavior.
On another note, I have decided to make some resolutions, but screw making them about the new year. First, I'm not going to skip classes as much as I have in the past. There was a time in my life when I used to relish getting good grades, and I haven't been that person in a long time. I kind of miss her. Second, I'm not going to procrastinate as much. I'm not saying I'll never procrastinate, because that would be impossible. But I put things off that would be so easy to just DO. I don't know why I do it, but I do. Third, and this won't be hard to do, I want to spend more time with my friends since we'll all be graduating in a few months. And I don't mean that I want to go to the bar more often, but I want to make more of an effort to visit everyone.
Finally, I've stolen a few resolutions from one of my favorite people . . . Bridget Jones. Yes, I know she's fictional, and yes, I know she's not very good at keeping her resolutions either, but she has some good ones. So (and I hope I'm not violating some kind of copyright law, don't sue me I'm not making money off of this), this year:
I WILL NOT
Fall for any of the following: alcoholics, workaholics, commitment phobics, people with girlfriends or wives, misogynists, megalomanicas, chauvinists, emotional fuckwits (my favorite), freeloaders, or perverts.
Get upset over men, but instead be poised and cool ice-queen.
Have crushes on men, but instead form relationships based on mature assessment of character.
Bitch about anyone behind their backs, but be positive about everyone.
Sulk about having no boyfriend, but develop inner poise and authority and sense of self as woman of substance, complete without boyfriend, as best way to obtain boyfriend.
I WILL
Be more confident.
Be more assertive.
Make better use of time.
Not go out every night but stay in and read books and listen to classical music. (Right, that'll happen)
Get up straight away when wake up in mornings.
So, thanks Bridget. I'll be working on these things, we'll see how it goes.
On another note, I have decided to make some resolutions, but screw making them about the new year. First, I'm not going to skip classes as much as I have in the past. There was a time in my life when I used to relish getting good grades, and I haven't been that person in a long time. I kind of miss her. Second, I'm not going to procrastinate as much. I'm not saying I'll never procrastinate, because that would be impossible. But I put things off that would be so easy to just DO. I don't know why I do it, but I do. Third, and this won't be hard to do, I want to spend more time with my friends since we'll all be graduating in a few months. And I don't mean that I want to go to the bar more often, but I want to make more of an effort to visit everyone.
Finally, I've stolen a few resolutions from one of my favorite people . . . Bridget Jones. Yes, I know she's fictional, and yes, I know she's not very good at keeping her resolutions either, but she has some good ones. So (and I hope I'm not violating some kind of copyright law, don't sue me I'm not making money off of this), this year:
I WILL NOT
Fall for any of the following: alcoholics, workaholics, commitment phobics, people with girlfriends or wives, misogynists, megalomanicas, chauvinists, emotional fuckwits (my favorite), freeloaders, or perverts.
Get upset over men, but instead be poised and cool ice-queen.
Have crushes on men, but instead form relationships based on mature assessment of character.
Bitch about anyone behind their backs, but be positive about everyone.
Sulk about having no boyfriend, but develop inner poise and authority and sense of self as woman of substance, complete without boyfriend, as best way to obtain boyfriend.
I WILL
Be more confident.
Be more assertive.
Make better use of time.
Not go out every night but stay in and read books and listen to classical music. (Right, that'll happen)
Get up straight away when wake up in mornings.
So, thanks Bridget. I'll be working on these things, we'll see how it goes.
Fucking rain. I swear I was about to build an ark, but it finally stopped. Unfortunately, our basement is still leaking so we're still vacuuming up water. My dad was doing it earlier, but I finally convinced him to go to bed about an hour ago. He has to get up for work, whereas I have nothing to do tomorrow besides drive to campus and make sure the rain didn't cause the sewage pipes to back up into the basement of my apartment (which has happened before, long story). I'm really tired and would love to just go to bed, but I promised my dad to vacuum for at least another hour, and before he went to bed he told me to use my best judgement, which means I shouldn't go to bed until I know the basement is done leaking. Oh joy.
I still say moving would be the best option.
I still say moving would be the best option.
Sunday, January 04, 2004
We just took down all the Christmas decorations and that makes my heart sad. It means Christmas is over for real. Now what am I supposed to look forward to? Classes starting? I don't think so.
It's been raining like crazy here for the past two days and our basement is leaking. Every 15 minutes my dad goes downstairs and uses the Wet Vac to suck up the water. It's still raining, though, so it's not doing much good. Maybe we should just let it go. The basement will flood and everything will be ruined, but we could probably just move or something, right? Right.
It's been raining like crazy here for the past two days and our basement is leaking. Every 15 minutes my dad goes downstairs and uses the Wet Vac to suck up the water. It's still raining, though, so it's not doing much good. Maybe we should just let it go. The basement will flood and everything will be ruined, but we could probably just move or something, right? Right.
I just watched Old School. I heart that movie.
I also went and saw Return of the King again with my family. I'm not even that big of a fan, but the movie was still entertaining. Afterwards we went to an Italian restaurant which shall remain nameless since the hostesses there were incompetent bitches.
We called ahead and they said it'd be an hour wait. So we waited an hour. When the hour was up, we went to stand by the hostess area. They told us it'd be another five minutes. Fifteen minutes later, we watched a party the size of ours get seated that had called ahead half an hour after we had. My parents asked why and this is when the hostess figured out that we were a party of four. Apparently she had written down that we were a party of four, but the four looked like a seven so she was waiting for a big table to open up. Because she is a dumbass. And she acted like we were bothering her. We waited an extra 45 minutes for a table because the stupid bitch couldn't read her own handwriting.
The rest of the meal was excellent, though. The restaurant paid for our appetizer, dessert, and bottle of wine. The waitress even told us that they've gotten lots of complaints about these particular hostesses because they don't know how to handle things when it gets busy. Um, I have an idea. Fire them! They're costing you money.
I also went and saw Return of the King again with my family. I'm not even that big of a fan, but the movie was still entertaining. Afterwards we went to an Italian restaurant which shall remain nameless since the hostesses there were incompetent bitches.
We called ahead and they said it'd be an hour wait. So we waited an hour. When the hour was up, we went to stand by the hostess area. They told us it'd be another five minutes. Fifteen minutes later, we watched a party the size of ours get seated that had called ahead half an hour after we had. My parents asked why and this is when the hostess figured out that we were a party of four. Apparently she had written down that we were a party of four, but the four looked like a seven so she was waiting for a big table to open up. Because she is a dumbass. And she acted like we were bothering her. We waited an extra 45 minutes for a table because the stupid bitch couldn't read her own handwriting.
The rest of the meal was excellent, though. The restaurant paid for our appetizer, dessert, and bottle of wine. The waitress even told us that they've gotten lots of complaints about these particular hostesses because they don't know how to handle things when it gets busy. Um, I have an idea. Fire them! They're costing you money.
Saturday, January 03, 2004
I had to go to the dentist today. I hate the dentist. Not my dentist personally, I like him. He's awesome. His name is Dr. Grabman (haha) and I've been going there since whenever it was my teeth came in. I just hate the evil dental assistants who scrape at my teeth and gums with sharp metal objects. Yeeech, it's like fingers on a blackboard.
My aunt's Lab had puppies today. Actually, for all I know, she may still be having them. So far she's had six and they're all yellow. So cute.
Tomorrow we're celebrating my sister's birthday. Which is cool, I guess, but she's been acting like such a bitch today and I'm like "way to act like a dickface on your birthday and make everyone hate you, can't wait to celebrate."
Whatever. At least we're seeing a good movie (Lord of the Rings) and eating at my favorite Italian restaurant.
My aunt's Lab had puppies today. Actually, for all I know, she may still be having them. So far she's had six and they're all yellow. So cute.
Tomorrow we're celebrating my sister's birthday. Which is cool, I guess, but she's been acting like such a bitch today and I'm like "way to act like a dickface on your birthday and make everyone hate you, can't wait to celebrate."
Whatever. At least we're seeing a good movie (Lord of the Rings) and eating at my favorite Italian restaurant.
Thursday, January 01, 2004
Happy New Year! I was thinking about making some resolutions, but I never keep them so why bother. I'm lying. I totally have resolutions, but they're really vague and I haven't really thought too much about them, and really? They're none of your damn business.
I went to Indiana last night. I had fun, but it was very low key.
There's a Mad TV marathon on Comedy Central. I'm hoping they show a Stuart sketch soon. I will be very disappointed if they don't. They haven't yet. Damn them.
I went to Indiana last night. I had fun, but it was very low key.
There's a Mad TV marathon on Comedy Central. I'm hoping they show a Stuart sketch soon. I will be very disappointed if they don't. They haven't yet. Damn them.
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