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cookie day
Aug. 22nd, 2000 10:09 pmToday was more classes, and a headache, and leftover pizza, and two hours with my heavy econ text. I guess I was marginally productive if I did all my readings for tomorrow. At least my room is clean. And I had...acceptable hair. Not good. I settle for "not putrid."
Ebay is a bad, bad, bad thing, worse than student charge, and I need my account revoked before I hurt myself. I also need to be beaten with chopsticks until I quit fixating on anime boys WHO WOULD THINK I WAS TOO LAME TO SLEEP WITH EVEN IF THEY WERE REAL.
Maybe I should be taking different vitamins or something.
I got dragged to the stupid floor meeting last night because I let Jana the CA find out I was here and alive. Unfortunately EVERYONE knew I was home, because my scones thawed kind of overenthusiastically. The smoke took a while to disperse....It was a scary meeting. She made us introduce ourselves, and the girl from my high school is now alerted to my presence. (drats! foiled again.) THEN, FRANKIE MINOR, MAN OF NO SOUL, walked by and gave us pizza. I snarled and successfully dragged one back to my lair.
He is suuuuch a dork. But most people reading this have already heard me rant at great length about him, so I won't subject you to it again.
How sick and wrong is it that I do not seem to be attracted to men, but to their pookies. My Java professor is French (but not cute, thankgod) and has French Windows on his babypookie. I really, seriously hope that watching him program Java on a SGI labpookie doesn't have the same effect on me as watching someone program in QBasic on a 386, or I'm just going to drop out of school and join a convent Now.
SOMEONE's watch is beeping in its little boxy home under my bed. SOMEONE who will hopefully never read any of this, because he would prly throw up a kidney. I don't know if trying to protect him from myself is doing him a favor or just setting him up for a tummyful of bleeding ulcers later.
I am going to bed in an hour. I am I am I am I am.
You have...No...new messages in your mailbox.
Good night.
Ebay is a bad, bad, bad thing, worse than student charge, and I need my account revoked before I hurt myself. I also need to be beaten with chopsticks until I quit fixating on anime boys WHO WOULD THINK I WAS TOO LAME TO SLEEP WITH EVEN IF THEY WERE REAL.
Maybe I should be taking different vitamins or something.
I got dragged to the stupid floor meeting last night because I let Jana the CA find out I was here and alive. Unfortunately EVERYONE knew I was home, because my scones thawed kind of overenthusiastically. The smoke took a while to disperse....It was a scary meeting. She made us introduce ourselves, and the girl from my high school is now alerted to my presence. (drats! foiled again.) THEN, FRANKIE MINOR, MAN OF NO SOUL, walked by and gave us pizza. I snarled and successfully dragged one back to my lair.
He is suuuuch a dork. But most people reading this have already heard me rant at great length about him, so I won't subject you to it again.
How sick and wrong is it that I do not seem to be attracted to men, but to their pookies. My Java professor is French (but not cute, thankgod) and has French Windows on his babypookie. I really, seriously hope that watching him program Java on a SGI labpookie doesn't have the same effect on me as watching someone program in QBasic on a 386, or I'm just going to drop out of school and join a convent Now.
SOMEONE's watch is beeping in its little boxy home under my bed. SOMEONE who will hopefully never read any of this, because he would prly throw up a kidney. I don't know if trying to protect him from myself is doing him a favor or just setting him up for a tummyful of bleeding ulcers later.
I am going to bed in an hour. I am I am I am I am.
You have...No...new messages in your mailbox.
Good night.