Nov. 2nd, 2000

but but but

Nov. 2nd, 2000 10:50 pm
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You know, I think I'm either trying to or trying not to catch either a cold or some minor flu type thing. I had that sore throat; now my nose feels like noses usually seem to AFTER having a cold, and my forehead seems hot. If I have been being sick and not realizing it, that would explain a lot of my foul moods lately. That would make me really HAPPY, because it would imply that I will get over it soon.

grump. I just tried to call Bisker, and no one was there. sigh. I left a message. Maybe she will call me back. Maybe I will try again in a few hours. I miss that girl worse than I'd miss a kidney. I guess I'll see her in a couple weeks anyway.

YES. Home two weeks from tomorrow. This is YAY, even though I will have to write a psych paper and prly work on those two damn projects. Sigh. I feel really, really, really bad for the guy in our Java group who is stuck with Jennifer and me. Jennifer is demented, discusses roleplay like we know what she's talking about (what I pick up from context scares the FUCK out of me, so I never want to inquire further)(I've prly said that five times in here already, but that seriously is all she talks about), and I totally lack understanding of what we're supposed to be doing. I am not sure why. I have no problems with what we go over in class, and not too many with the assignments, and I got an A on the test. Somehow, the project doesn't seem to have shit to do with any of that.

I am really worried about all of my classes at the moment. I'm not really sure WHY. I guess it's the projects in the pookie classes. Econ is just evil, and I need to study for that midterm, which turned out to be the Monday one. Psych and Russian are not bad, if I can just force myself to study for them. I cannot concentrate for anything lately. I tried to read my evilpookie chapter after the moondub and ended up having a nap for an hour.

I had a weird dream last night that Punker and I were both living in single rooms in a dorm at a school that was a strange hybrid of Rose and home. Paul was touring, but Linda wasn't dead, and they had the band from Off the Ground with that dumbass blonde guy whose song I always skip over on my Unplugged CD. We were running around after him, trying to get him to autograph record albums. First I was going to have him sign one called Wings over the World that doesn't exist, and I think I ended up with Band on the Run. (If this were ever actually going to happen, I would either pick Ram because it was the first one I bought myself and has a twisted amount of sentimental value from that part of my life, or Venus and Mars, because Punkin's mom had it, and so it was the first Wings album I saw, and because it says MADEMOISELLE KITTY in it.) Finally, he was in our dorm for some reason, and I grabbed his arm and made him do it, and he thought we were total fuku-heads, but that's okay, because we are. Then I looked at it after he left, and he'd drawn weird little cartoons all over it, and I ran up and down the hall making everyone look, and of course they didn't give a flying fuck at the moooon.

I am desperately trying to find the summer course catalog online to see if they offer evilpookie or Java, just in case I manage not to pass either of them. I really do not want to take another full semester. I guess I wouldn't really have to, I mean, people get full-time crap jobs and go to school part time.

DAMMIT. I don't know whether I hope they want to give me little pink perky pills or not. I don't know why my sad little brain suddenly decided to roll over and die NOW. Maybe it's just being sick. Maybe I can pull myself back together over Thanksgiving.

Punkin and I are discussing fleeing the country and starting new lives. My passport expires this month. That's okay. I misplaced it quite some time ago, it has gum all over it from being loose in my backpack, and the picture of me was from the BANGS era. Not Pretty. The dumb lady had to take five or six, because they kept coming out too dark.

I remember going home and listening to Band on the Run upstairs after that. it must have been before Christmas if I didn't have my own record player yet. I need to get a new needle for that poor thing.

Punker and I can be the band on the run. Lime Girls in Exile. I liked Monaco a lot. Or we can go to Italy and lie on the beach and eat ravioli and pick up rich old men like Hector and be in borderline-pornographic art films. A surprising number of actual French people in Paris mistook me for being European and would try to ask me for directions and things. No one would have to know I'm really a filthy American. I should have run away while I was there like that freakin psycho poet man wanted me to. I would have, if it hadn't been Biskit's mom taking us. I couldn't do that to her.

siiiiigh. I'm too old to be Lolita. I'm even too old to be JAILBAIT. Where did the TIME GO.

it's going to be okay. I am not getting anything less than a B in any of my classes yet. I should be able to get A's in at least two if I make myself study for these tests next week and don't implode during finals.

That boy seems to be having a hell of a time with whatever project they're working on. I'm being a little shit and not answering him. I do this when I'm being randomly annoyed with everything in order to avoid snipes I might regret later. Going by the content of the messages I'm sending Punkie, this is prly a good idea.

I think I must definitely be catching something, because prostitution and sleeping with my dirty old man teachers seem to be recurring themes tonight. Maybe it was the Paul dream or filling Pookie with purple-haired demon boys who can fly me to the moon and back.

(several hours later)

La Biskit called meeeeee. I love herrrrrrrr. She is my best friend because we are mean about people in the same ways. Her Fudgie-Rand roommate is transferring home to Texas after this semester, so if I have to drop out, I'm going up there to live with her. SHE GOT A WIN3.1 POOKIE. I need to go up there now expressly to meet it and fawn all over it. I need to buy her a modem for it. I have the antipookie modem, and possibly the driver disk, but that poor thing has to be totally broken by now.

uugh. I have to go drink lots of water and purge my system (I typed "sisters" first) of the brain fever that is making me insane. love and turnips.

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