perry ferrel needs a calendar

katie FINALLY saw flynner's new hair. she's not lovin it so much. i, on the other hand, think it looks a lot better, but that's me.
we're doing math in biology. my two least favorite things in the entire world all crammed into 80 minutes. i love college. nothing is what you signed up for.
stuck here by myself this weeknd. damn you katie for having a life. i think i'm going to force andrea to go see a movie with me sometime. but i have to find out when eva is coming over to study for cultural geography. now there's a class i'm going to rely heavily on in the future. seriously, that's where i get up to date with my NBC5 updates. that professor is such a joke. andybody who is considering taking a class with gerlach, don't do it. it's not worth your time.
i need to get a job. i think i'm going to check out target and walgreens this weekend. make some mo-ney.
i want my damn tshirts!! damn you perry ferrel and your lax views on prompt delivery!

potato sexxx

david blaine can see through the tv into my head. andrea and carla suggested i make myself a tinfoil hat. i might take them up on that.

bum bum bum bum
i'm watching good will hunting on tv right now. i love the first date scene. that's my dream date right there. hanging out in a costume shop then grabbing a burger at the cup. yarg.

i'm wearing two hats right now. i probably look like a complete goon.

i want to touch intimately the person who came up with mashed potatoes.

hicks and showers

my head itches. i'm thinking i should take a shower after cr-cl today. i get really gross when i come to school, i've learned how to push that whole "showering everyday" thing to the limit. it's only been about 36 hours this time, but if i'm here alone on the weekend, it could go for a couple days. it's not like i leave the room when it's like that though. but it makes the inevitable shower that much more satisfying. i love that two days later shower. that's when i use the third one, the one that stays really hot the whole time. and i shampoo twice, so my hair smells even better. dreaming of it is making me want to skip my 9am.

i'm in cultural geography right now. this is the most worthless class in history. it's so rediculously easy though, i'm almost glad it's required for my major. it's my easy class. the one and only. sociology is pretty slick, but this is just preposterous.

my neck and arm itch too. the person behind me probably thinks i'm on crack or something. i've got the shakes and the skin crawls.

that and i just plain can't sit still. i never have been able to. it runs in my family. i think.

i want to go back to kentucky. right now. i want to sleep in grandmom's den and eat breakfast with her in her new kitchen in the morning, then do the dishes with her. i could run all of her errands, then we could sit and watch tv together at night eating buggles and corn chips. i think grandmom's carport is my favorite place in the entire world. chicago runs a close second. but i think i've spent more time on that carport than any other place in the world. all of my favorite memories are with my aunts and uncles sitting out there eating, telling stories. i think my uncles are my favorite people. they're all so different, but exactly the same. you can go to a different one for every argument, idea, problem, opinion, and someone with agree with you sooner or later. unless you're a republican.

i like long posts. makes me feel like i have something to say. then i read over it later and sound like a moron.

karma's a bitch

i think i'm getting on everyone's nerves with my newfound love for rent, so i'm going to try and scale it back for a while. i feel like i'm stealing it from katie, and i know how that feels. it's her thing, i'm going to let it be her thing.

i keep getting little email popups and they are pissing me off. i wish i could turn them off. when they all of a sudden stopped coming last week i freaked out because i love my little popups, but now that's they're back i wish they'd stayed gone. yar.

i wish my keyboard were quiter. i feel like i'm bothering people. maybe i'm just in one of those moods. last night was the bitchiest night of my like. karma's probably coming back to bite me in the ass. it was sooooo much fun though. i love to talk about people, and complain about the stupid freshmen outside our window at night. the fire drill in p-l didn't help either. everyone decided to come sit outside our window until they could go back in. hooray for out grassy null.

i write about nothing of substance. this is all just fluff. i wish i had some kind of political analysis, or at least wourld news to comment on, but no. i just sit here on the computer listening to shitty music and ready the entertainment news that nbc5 sends me. i have no culture and i am a shallow, horrid individual. i need to travel, or be humbled by some tragedy to the point where i appreciate life. hopefully it will happed sometime soon so i stop complaining about it.

what to expect when you're blogging

i dont' know if i like this "blogger" business. i've had xangas and myspaces, and i keep a livejournal, but i just can't get used to the format of this. i figure with time and practice i will, but it might be a while, so bear with me.

speaking of bears, i saw my favorite commercial again today. that one for the travelodge with the dancing guy in the sleepy bear suit. katie and i laugh every time he shimmies his little rump. oh joy.

i think i might actually go to the college dems meeting on thursday. i really want to get into it, but that's going to be an issue if i never go to meetings. besides, there are some people in there i want to get to know better. much better...
"you're just a little slut cybill anne."
"i'm not a slut!! i'm not a slut!!!!"

p-l had a fire drill tonight. i thought it was someone's car alarm at first. good to know. it smells like skunks around here. not happy about that. it's somehow wafted into the little mini hallway outside our room. yar.

i think i have bio test tomorrow, but i'm not sure. i should probaly be studying. i stopped between the o and b of probably to squish a spider that was crawling on my bushisms poster. sign from god? more like satan. there is a definite spider problem in this room, and i don't know what to do about it. i think when i get home i'm going to go buy a couple hedge apples to put around the room, see if that works.

for a "return to blogger" that was pretty long. i'm off like a dirty shirt.

gideon the compassionate

i cried while i was watching mtv today. i got out of class at nine and came back to the room, snuggled into my bed and started watching the Diary about the storms. i'm usually not a compassionate person, but for some reason i couldn't help myself. i stopped after about a minute, but it was really weird.

katie bought me a great poster for my birthday. it's this huge thing with all of bush's stupid quotes. the fact that he graduated from yale sickens me. it shudders me to the very core. i can't wait until 2008 when we can end this reign of terror. even if another republican is elected, it can't be any worse than w. i will testify to that.