I got sent to the corner today in practice. It was pretty funny. Cause I couldnt stand up in the mount (its a liberty)...I had to practice standing on a chair in the back of the gym...I couldnt stop laughing.

Someone also fell on me. So like now I got this cool looking bump like right above my eye. That was also funny.

Oh oh! and I got to base today, which means that I was helping ppl get up.

and there was more ass grabbing during practice.

all in all a great practice

it feels really good to walk around campus and know people. Like u hear ur name being called, and its actually for u.

Global warming is a good thing
Its 65 degrees and its Dec 6th!
woohoo! I'm wearing my halter and some flip flops outside!
and the peasants rejoice!

i miss you

49 days, 49 days....lalalala

one of those things that I really love: when u set ur alarm, but it doesnt wake u up.

or when ur roommate is so freaking loud in the mornings that it wakes u up, but u get to the point where she doesnt anymore, and then u sleep thru ur classes.

I'm getting sick. I can feel it. I cant be sick right now....no good can come from this.

i like helping people. It makes me feel smart. I do all the right things for all the wrong reasons. I think thats my motto. Now all I need is a theme song.

right so, yea. I'm still not done with this damn paper. He like has all these stupid comments on my paper. Like 'try this on for size," and I'm thinking that I dont appreciate the tone of his notes. I start getting like really offended when he substitutes verbs and stuff, and then I'm like "he means well." To like calm myself down. I dont wanna look at this paper ever again. I really dont. We like underlines sentences and puts little checks by them, like "ohh good finally u got the word order right, have a gold star" or at least thats how I'm reading it. Blah to school.

blah, I have to re-write a paper of mine for caribbean lit, which wouldnt be so bad except for the fact that my prof had like a field day with my paper, like substituting words and like re-writing all of my sentences. To say the least its a bitch to go thru all this stuff, and re-type my sentences so that I sound like him...irritating. Anywho. blah to school. I wanna go home, and get clean. and have my own room. and not have to think.

The radio is all static -- like the sound of the crunching metal of a car; the faint, blurry voice on the airwaves her own, trapped inside a wreck, calling for help. In English or Spanish? she wonders. That poet she met at Lucinda's party the night before argued that no matter how much of it one lost, in the midst of some profound emotion, one would revert to one's mother. What language, he asked, looking pointedly into her eyes, did she love in?
--How the Garcia Girls Lost their Accents

Here's my horoscope for today:

Changes in your home environment are likely. Try to be patient and understanding. Don't let your health suffer because of worry. Talk to someone you trust.

.....someone I trust huh....interesting....yea I'm not gonna bother thinking about how few ppl there are that i actually trust....

i didnt get into a drawing class that I really wanted to get into. I mean the class was gonna make me its bitch...I already knew that, and its for the best that I dont take it, but at the same time its like....I really wanted to take it...makes me sad...oh well, there's next yr....sad...

and the day just gets better, cheerleading practice is cancelled and I am done with economics....kinda sucks that I'm going home on sunday, when my last day of finals is probably gonna be monday.....I'm starting to wonder what I'm gonna take back with me for my month long vacation from school.....

woohoo! look at me not having a final for my philosophy/religion class! I have an optional research paper. SCORE! ok...must shower.....

in thinking about my disclaimer I've decided to add this: I am demanding. I just am, I'm specifically demanding about ppl. and I'm admitting to this once, I am difficult. But i dont think I really am. I am but I'm not, and if u understand that then u should be proud of urself. My roommate is not one that I would have chosen, bc I just wouldnt of. bc she is so different from me, but shes different in a way where its like, I dont wanna be like that. but while I'm still gonna continue my bitching and moaning about her, (bc I think its damn funny/disturbing the things she does sometimes) i will say this. she means well. and if I dint live with her, i dont think i'd dislike her so much. but i do. and she has reasons to dislike me, bc y'all know how I am when I decide to bitch and to be a bitch about things. but yea...my point is that I'm human, and I'm gonna write about things the way that I remember them, which may not be the way that they actually happened, but oh well...

u know what, i was considering placing a disclaimer on this stuff, bc the more i think about it the more i dont want my feelings to start shit, u know? like sometimes the way that i feel about certain things may very well piss ppl off. Mostly ppl who I dont really get along with. which makes me wonder what the hell I'm doing at a women's college...like what am I learning here really? that u have to play nice, and get along with everyone? what am I learning from this? to be nicer...mb i'm just really angry and i never realized it...charles always told me I was bitter...mb. it could be. enough shit has happen where I am pretty cynical about alot of stuff. but i dont know, it almost feels sureal here. like i dont belong bc i like to tell ppl things that they dont wanna hear. bc i dont play nice all the time. i feel awkward...but i think everyine does at one point or another...i dont know. i just dont feel like i have a solid foot on the ground. i kinda feel like i dont know what gonna happen next...but really who does?

sometimes, i dont get it here...i really dont. girls are confusing and sometimes i just think i wanna go home...i like see ppl not doing work and its like "when do u work? are we going to the same school?" and i get kinda frustrated...i think i need the perspective of going home again to kinda see how things really are. like where everything stands....i have a month at home to figure myself out...i'll see what i come up with, bc I can already tell that the next 3 wks are gonna fly by....

its funny watching guys at my school. first if theres a guy there, you know he belongs to someone else, you know this bc the girl is always right next to him. normally holding on to him, and not letting him go. Guys feel uncomfortable here, probably bc we refer to all boyfriends as "the boy." collectively like they're all one and the same. ahhh....the joys of a womens college

I had a really great weekend with the boy. I put off all my work, and did absolutely nothing all weekend. It was great. I think I should drop out of school and do nothing. Wait nevermind, now that I think about it I dont want to be like Edgar (hehe! sorry edgar but i had to)...anyways, there was a lot of fun happenings with the boy during the weekend. I kicked my roomate out of the room, when my roommate was there the boy agreed that Kim is a troll, and is annoying. Although she is a nice annoying since she at least tried to behave herself all weekend. ummm I supposedly held the boy hostage since he managed to miss every bus out of western mass. on Sunday. Although I do not agree with that in the slightest, since I have never had to force anyone to stay with me.....wait......no never. so yea...good weekend. actually no, very good weekend. I need more weekends like that.....now to force myself to do work.....euw