I'm pretty sure the silverfish in my garage are conspiring against me. I had my suspicions, but when I pulled into the garage, they were all huddled in on corner. And when I got out of my car, they scattered. They were discussing something, that's for sure. I think I'll stop parking in the garage.
Oh my god. What if that's what they were plotting?? GET THE GIRL OUT OF THE GARAGE!! Ahhhh.
That's not paranoid at all.
My mom just dropped by my room and gave me some chocolate-covered peanuts because she loves me. I didn't think they would taste good, but they do. Like, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Dudes. She just told me that she thinks I'm a very "special" person, "but not in a retarded way." Did that make you laugh? It made me laugh. She's a funny lady.
And now I've scheduled an appointment for advising. April 3, 2003. I register for Fall and Summer on the 10th. Man, I really hope I get into Sapp's religion and sexuality course. I love Sapp. He's one of my favorite professors ever. But his classes are insanely popular since he's such an engaging lecturer. There are only 15 seats open, and all the seniors and juniors will snap up the seats since they register before I do. Crap on a stick. And the other religious studies course that looks good is sacred violence, but that's taught by Petrella. He's really cute, and he has a biggish nose, and he's from Argentina. And he has this wiry body. And he's agnostic. But. He's not a great lecturer. But I need another religious studies course so I can take psychology of religion. Ah. And for summer, I need to take Spanish. And I need writing credits! And I'm freaking out here!
Ah. My outfit comes in tomorrow according to this UPS tracking thing. Or it should. It's in Jacksonville right now, and based on my working knowledge of Amazon, Jacksonville means "you get your shit tomorrow." I need to call Melodie now and tell her this. She'll have time. She doesn't have any magazine work until Friday.
I've mentioned to other people that I'm not sharing these pictures. I'll explain why, but it probably doesn't make any sense since it's my paranoid reasoning. The thing is, I think Mario and Omar's troop will come home safe if I don't show them around, that they... It doesn't any make sense, and there's no Earth logic to it, but on some distant planet, it makes sense that I think my friends will be fine if I don't show around the porn intended for Mario. Maybe it's because then that means anyone can look at me in my cute little army costume, and if anyone can look at that, then Mario might as well hook up with someone else or die. See? I said it doesn't make sense.
Keep telling me that everything will be fine, and I'll eventually believe it.
Peace.
Oh my god. What if that's what they were plotting?? GET THE GIRL OUT OF THE GARAGE!! Ahhhh.
That's not paranoid at all.
My mom just dropped by my room and gave me some chocolate-covered peanuts because she loves me. I didn't think they would taste good, but they do. Like, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Dudes. She just told me that she thinks I'm a very "special" person, "but not in a retarded way." Did that make you laugh? It made me laugh. She's a funny lady.
And now I've scheduled an appointment for advising. April 3, 2003. I register for Fall and Summer on the 10th. Man, I really hope I get into Sapp's religion and sexuality course. I love Sapp. He's one of my favorite professors ever. But his classes are insanely popular since he's such an engaging lecturer. There are only 15 seats open, and all the seniors and juniors will snap up the seats since they register before I do. Crap on a stick. And the other religious studies course that looks good is sacred violence, but that's taught by Petrella. He's really cute, and he has a biggish nose, and he's from Argentina. And he has this wiry body. And he's agnostic. But. He's not a great lecturer. But I need another religious studies course so I can take psychology of religion. Ah. And for summer, I need to take Spanish. And I need writing credits! And I'm freaking out here!
Ah. My outfit comes in tomorrow according to this UPS tracking thing. Or it should. It's in Jacksonville right now, and based on my working knowledge of Amazon, Jacksonville means "you get your shit tomorrow." I need to call Melodie now and tell her this. She'll have time. She doesn't have any magazine work until Friday.
I've mentioned to other people that I'm not sharing these pictures. I'll explain why, but it probably doesn't make any sense since it's my paranoid reasoning. The thing is, I think Mario and Omar's troop will come home safe if I don't show them around, that they... It doesn't any make sense, and there's no Earth logic to it, but on some distant planet, it makes sense that I think my friends will be fine if I don't show around the porn intended for Mario. Maybe it's because then that means anyone can look at me in my cute little army costume, and if anyone can look at that, then Mario might as well hook up with someone else or die. See? I said it doesn't make sense.
Keep telling me that everything will be fine, and I'll eventually believe it.
Peace.
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I hope your friends are doing ok over there. That's really scary.
Oh yeah and I get to register at 9am on the 7th. Hee hee, I've been registering on the first day since freshman year. When I was a freshman all the honors students got to register on the 1st day regardless of class rank. I've been a senior all this year (credit-wise) and I will officially have been a senior for 5 semesters by the time I graduate. That and we engineers never have competition for class. There simply isn't anything exciting enough to fight over.