Long time, no journal
Oh, my my my, so many things have happened through out the last several days. I successfully produced both a presentation on a reading for anthro, with notes 7 pages long, and a genealogy project of 9 pages length (discluding, of course, footnotes). So that out of the way, I now must move on to my Af Am term paper and my rough draft for my Comp Lit term paper. Both of which are due early next week.
On to romance. Joey hadn't called me for several days, obstensibly because he was moping about not seeing me, actually, and this was one of the reasons I was angsty in the last two journals. The other reason, still undisclosed by the contest, will remain secret unless someone astutely reveals it in a comment.
I couldn't go to sleep last night because my brain was on fast forward. I had drankdrunkdrankdrunkdrinked a lot of really strong coffee (God bless Cafe Strada!), and through sympathy with my work on Anthropology, my brain seemed just to be extending complex sentence constructions into the darkness as I tried to rest.
Do you ever feel like coffee makes your brain really big and powerful? I mean, normally, my mind is subjucated to the power of my personality, but get a little speed in me, and my brain takes over, analyzzzing the world and colonizzzing reality. Its creepy and fun at the same time.
I could use some coffee right now, or perhaps not coffee, but motivation pills. I have done some reading, but pretty much I have slacked off. Oh well. There's always my tomorrow. When I don't have class until four. In your face. Robert. And Val. And Parissa, if you care to read this.
I saw Heidi today. She is neat.
Oh, and here comes a big ole bitch fest I have been saving up for a long time: I am sick and tired of girls who I have spoken to once, or girls to whom I have never even spoken, KNOWING MY NAME AND SAYING HI TO ME LIKE THEY EXPECT ME TO KNOW WHO THE FUCK THEY ARE!!!! Look. Ladies, I am sorry, but I like the menz. If you want to get my attention, you need to be pretty freakin special(like Jen, Parissa, and Heidi, among others). Otherwise, I am going to ignore your fabulous leeching the best I can. I am never going to fuck you. The nice long dicking you need ain't coming from FAGS like myself. So develop your own personality, become INDEPENDENTLY fabulous, and get a life. Cause being friends with me ain't gonna getcha one.
That said, I apologies to anyone I have offended, or made laugh (THIS AIN'T NO FUCKING LAUGHING MATTER TO ME, BUSTER!!!), especially for those overtly sexist elements, in the last paragraph. Apologies, despite the fact that I meant what I said.
I am done for the night. Goodnight moon....
On to romance. Joey hadn't called me for several days, obstensibly because he was moping about not seeing me, actually, and this was one of the reasons I was angsty in the last two journals. The other reason, still undisclosed by the contest, will remain secret unless someone astutely reveals it in a comment.
I couldn't go to sleep last night because my brain was on fast forward. I had drankdrunkdrankdrunkdrinked a lot of really strong coffee (God bless Cafe Strada!), and through sympathy with my work on Anthropology, my brain seemed just to be extending complex sentence constructions into the darkness as I tried to rest.
Do you ever feel like coffee makes your brain really big and powerful? I mean, normally, my mind is subjucated to the power of my personality, but get a little speed in me, and my brain takes over, analyzzzing the world and colonizzzing reality. Its creepy and fun at the same time.
I could use some coffee right now, or perhaps not coffee, but motivation pills. I have done some reading, but pretty much I have slacked off. Oh well. There's always my tomorrow. When I don't have class until four. In your face. Robert. And Val. And Parissa, if you care to read this.
I saw Heidi today. She is neat.
Oh, and here comes a big ole bitch fest I have been saving up for a long time: I am sick and tired of girls who I have spoken to once, or girls to whom I have never even spoken, KNOWING MY NAME AND SAYING HI TO ME LIKE THEY EXPECT ME TO KNOW WHO THE FUCK THEY ARE!!!! Look. Ladies, I am sorry, but I like the menz. If you want to get my attention, you need to be pretty freakin special(like Jen, Parissa, and Heidi, among others). Otherwise, I am going to ignore your fabulous leeching the best I can. I am never going to fuck you. The nice long dicking you need ain't coming from FAGS like myself. So develop your own personality, become INDEPENDENTLY fabulous, and get a life. Cause being friends with me ain't gonna getcha one.
That said, I apologies to anyone I have offended, or made laugh (THIS AIN'T NO FUCKING LAUGHING MATTER TO ME, BUSTER!!!), especially for those overtly sexist elements, in the last paragraph. Apologies, despite the fact that I meant what I said.
I am done for the night. Goodnight moon....