allmydreams's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- my so called life listening to: "killing time" by coco and the bean (i love the "nowhere" soundtrack...lovely eighth/ninth grade favorite...too bad the movie is like, psychotic) wow my creative writing class was actually entertaining for once. granted, i didn't learn anything...but at this point, that is to be expected. we had to write scenes that involved a particular setting and a random quote that starlet gave us. my group was "caving" in the new york sewers and we had to have a tour guide that said, "don't worry about the technical problems, it's all part of the prophecy." hmmm yeah so that resulted in all of us crawling under a big table and david, the only guy in our group, telling us we were going to need to remove our clothing because the prophecy involved the four of us engaging in a, um...menage a quatre? hmmm yes, this is what my parents are paying for. i got offered a position as an ATA for the spring semester deviance class. my average in the class this semester is apparently in the top 15...out of 500. i rule. anyway being an ATA might be kind of cool...probably a bunch of annoying work, but as patti said, "it's a good thing to put on your resume." and of course we all know that's the only reason i do anything hehe. i want my own apartment or at least roommates who give me my phone messages and i want an apartment that doesn't look exactly like every other apartment on the building and doesn't come with beige colored furniture and doesn't have that industrial carpet like they had on the floors in elementary school and doesn't have puke in the stairwells. you know, that sort of thing. oh and privacy--yes that would be nice as well. in other news, i am so not in the mood to study for the philo test i have tomorrow. i wish i had been good and just studied yesterday, because all i really want to do right now is clean. or read. or write. or color with crayons. or make out. or work out. or really anything that doesn't involve writing stuff about ethics on flashcards. merrr. rip and i are still fighting. score number two for cat in the ongoing game of fucking up friendships. go catherine, it's your birthday. incidentally, even though my life is a mess as usual, i am still not smoking. it's not even really bothering me. and since i've been popping a nice little cocktail of two asprin and a centrum performance multivitamin every morning, i haven't even noticed if i'm getting nicotine headaches. i've been drinking a shitload of water, though. i think i really just enjoy the motion of bringing something up to my lips every few seconds. or something. well that's all, kids. perhaps i ought to add that right now things really are wonderful. i am happy. there is likely a particular reason for this happiness, but i do not care to divulge such information in this rather public forum. however, one might argue that i should have a long time ago... ...but i'm fucked up, and i'm sure you're not surprised. oh, and i hope you all made a wish yesterday at either of the 11:11's because it was 11-11 and everyone knows you should make a wish then. 2:06 pm - 2002-11-12 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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