Sorry I haven't written in you for a long time, online journal, but I've had a whole slew of other things to deal with. First of all, the interview with Wal-Mart has only taken place in one part; as it turns out, my application needs full store manager approval before I can even think about a second interview and/or a drug test. The only problem is, the full store manager is taking his/her sweet time in La Plata, and not bothering to get in touch with me, saying that either he/she will want to hire me or reject me. I'm starting to feel my blood pressure rise, but chances are that it won't last forever.

So instead, I've decided to apply to JCPenney, Belk, and a small framing gallery in the shopping center close to my house. I left my name and number at the framing gallery, and I finished my application at JCPenney, but after I leave the library today, I'll need to apply at Belk. Both JCPenney and Belk shouldn't be too difficult to work at; if I bring a small calculator to work, everyday I work, at either of those places, assuming that I get hired, then I should be able to complete purchase transactions and discounts in a snap...

As for home life, my brother is still grouchy, my grandmother is annoying, and now my grandfather, my mother's father, has just has a stroke AND hurt his jaw as well. I tried to get in contact with mom on the cruse ship, via the e-mail account she and my father share, but I haven't received any word form her since. I don't know if she got the e-mail or not, but I'm really worried about grandpa. He's a down-to-earth guy, and I like him because he can always keep it real.

As for those few things; trying to find a job, avoiding the relatives, and going to the library, not much has been going on. By the way, feel free to check out my latest fan fiction poem Inhale.

Today, I am pleased to say, has been going well for me. First of all, I had my interview with Wal-Mart, where I applied to work while I'm at home. I was a little nervous, and I thought I had done a good job...for the first part of it anyway. As it turns out, a Customer Service Manager (CSM) did the first part of the interview, because the only available assistant manager was busy running the store. So I will have to go Wal-Mart again tomorrow at 2:00 PM EST to finish the interview, and then, go have a drug test. After my second time around, I'll be finished with the interview phase, I'll take, and pass the drug test, I don't use drugs, so the test will show I have nothing to hide, and then I will wait for the phone call from Wal-Mart, saying if they will hire me as a cashier or not.

Other than that, things have been quiet. Yes, I got your message mom, so don't worry about a thing. I also got a new pair of glasses, due to my older ones breaking. I never realized that I have worn the same frame on my face since 1999...

My new frames are much like my old ones, except that they are completely gold colored instead of a mixture of gold and pink. They work very well, and I'm glad that I have them, because without them, I would be as blind as a bat. I guess after the "incident," I feel much better about myself, about my relationship with my family, and I feel I am ready to start over. Maybe all things, bad and good, have a reason...

And just when I thought this week was going to put me through a psychotic episode, it somehow is manages to get even worse. How, you might ask, well for starters, the van broke down while my father was going to get my grandparents, and not only is the van in the shop, but NOW my parents have no idea on how to get to the airport without spitting out more money for a rental car...

As if that wasn't bad enough, I was sick last night, and then I "awoke" to a waking dream. Talk about being scared shitless, I had to turn on several lights just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating again.

This family has been going through too much stress, I must remember to let my shrink know about the crap we're being put through before I go back to High Point University and shove a red-hot iron up a few people's asses...

This week has been one emotional roller coaster after another. First off, I'm forced to come back home from High Point, the real reason will not be explained and only kept in my family, and thus, killing any chances of freedom from my parents. I need to get into a RPG, because if I don't, I think I'm going to scream and tear one of my stuffed animals to pieces. Moreover, the third reason I hate being back home is the fact I won't be able to see any of my friends until January. Mom says High Point is overacting, but sometimes I wish someone would take the pole out of the higher up's ass and beat them over the head with it until common sense started to form.

There is, however, a silver lining to this gray cloud. Yesterday I applied to work at Wal-Mart, which I hope to get again. I liked working there the that summer, and if I get an interview, I'll have to tell them that I can't work past 9:00 PM EST, because the last bus run that goes to the shopping center where I live close to, ends at 9:30 PM EST. I can easily take a flashlight and walk home after being dropped off, the neighborhood is safe, and if I come prepared, I can walk home without much trouble.

I might have to go take classes at the College of Southern Maryland (CSM), but I hope I can take web-taught classes, or Television-taught classes. I'll have to call the La Plata Campus to find out, but here's for the best...

I'm thinking about going to Nekocon 8, but I'm not going to bug my parents about this, they do have a trip coming up soon, and that means staying with the irate brother and old-fashioned grandparents. I'll post the answer as to if I can go as soon as I know. I hope I can go, but that will all depend on various factors that play themselves out...

The first thing I'm going to do before I get to what is on my mind, is to be a shameless self-advertiser and beg you to go read my Ronin Warriors fan fiction Who's Crying Now, and, an original poem, Jazz Funeral.

I got up at 8:00 this morning, wanted to go back to bed as quickly as I could, but didn't, and went to my music class. Much to everyone’s surprise, we have a new Music 120 teacher. I really wish they wouldn't do that on such short notice, but then again, I guess that's how life nips people in the butt.

Did my homework, and then decided on if I should do High Point's Annual Phoenix Literary Festival. That got a huge "hell yes" from my conscience, so now all I need to do is fill out the application form. This year’s theme is eavesdropping, and I hope Jazz Funeral will fit in well. The festival is also going to be more lively this year, and not only will poets and story writers be welcomed, but musicians, dancers, and singers. This year's festival is also going to be much bigger, because North Carolina's Poet Laureate Kathryn Byer will be taking an active part in the festival.

Can you say, excited!?

After finishing my homework and other chores that seemed to occupy most of time this quiet Sunday, I decided to do a small revamp of my blog. I joined another fan listing, put up some more links into the links section, and worked out all the kinks in the profile section...

I noticed something odd while I was checking out the fan listing main page and its sub-directories; there were fan listings for various fan fiction writers, fan fictions, and listings for various shows, but there were no fan listings for Ronin Warriors/Samurai Troopers fan fictions and fan fiction writers. It made me sad to think that even though there are listings for various characters and for the series itself, that there were no listings for Ronin Warrior fan fictions, or Ronin Warriors fan fiction writers...

Well, the first week of classes went well, minus all the times I had to go to the bathroom on Friday. I've really got to stop eating the cafeteria's pita bread and hummus, because sooner or later I am going to have a VERY unpleasant experience that will include a long trip to the bathroom, and the need to change into a clean pair of clothes...

I enjoy my Music Appreciation class, even if I think Dr. Schlimmer, the teacher, is a bit too eccentric and irritating for my tastes. My Psychology 244 class also got off to great start this first week, and my Religion 101 class will be, much to my surprise, taught by TWO professors instead of usual ONE professor.

Kelly and I have also been going through a daily routine of meetings, paperwork, and schedules. I'm glad that I am getting help from Kelly and all, but sometimes I wish that I didn't have to have someone looking over my shoulder all the time. I know I should get used to the feeling, because it's going happen for the rest of life, but still, I don't like being watched over by someone else...

In my Religion 319 class, we started the first full day of class by talking about theology and faith. While we were having a lively discussion about personal faith and experience, I began to ponder the question of my own personal faith and experience. Ever since I was diagnosed with PDD, and learned more and more about the circumstances of my diagnosis, I have been...questioning many things in this world. No one bothered to fully explain my condition to either me or my parents, so what else is the church, my friends, and my family not telling me? I know this sounds stupid, but people aren't honest with me and hide things from me, like they did with my disability, then what else am I not being told? I should probably talk to Father Jack about my concerns, but I just can't seem to bring myself to go near a church...

Last night, High Points Student Activities Board (SAB) hosted a hypnotist. Part of the show included volunteers who would come up and allow themselves to be hypnotized. Normally, I would be a skeptical idiot and decline, thinking that hypnosis wasn't real, but this year, I decided to keep an open mind; so I volunteered to go up on stage.

What happened next cannot be summed up in simple words, so I'm just going to describe what happened as best I can. When I got up on stage and was told by the hypnotist to find a place in front of me and relax. I did so, and soon he began to lead everyone on stage into a different state of mind. My vision began to multiply; meaning the object I was concentrating on started to become more than one object with a tinge of grey around the edges. After I was hypnotized, it started to get real weird. First of all, I was obeying the hypnotist, while part of my conscious was screaming at me to stop being so stupid. It was so strange; one part of me was being controlled, while another part of me was trying to fight what had happened.

I must have been the perfect little puppet on that stage, because the part of me was a complete blank, obeying the hypnotist without much thought. Even when I was told to forget what had happened for the first five minutes after I had left the stage, I obeyed without any hesitation.

Several members of Campus Security and the cafeteria staff say that hypnotism is evil. I don't not agree with that completely, but if I could be controlled and made to do things without much conscious thought, then who knows what could happen if someone used the power of hypnosis for malevolent purposes...

I am so bored out of my mind that as of right now, all I can do is post an entry in this journal.

I got up at 9:00 AM this morning to the sound of incoming freshmen. The fresh blood didn't make too much noise, but it was noticeable enough to jar me out of sleep. So I got dressed, avoided the new people, and went to find the Yadkin check-in table to fill the usual pre-semester paperwork. After that was done, I bought some sticky tack to hang up items in my room, a new floppy disk, and a clear carrying case for my floppy disk. I also had lunch at the cafeteria, but I sat alone, wishing my friends were here with me...

I visited Raf last night, and we were able to talk about his days in college. Now that he's graduated from High Point and working for Life Touch aka the company who does school pictures for everyone, he seems to be very content. He'd like to make a little more money and get out of his parents’ basement, but from what I have gathered, he seems content, and doing very well for himself.

There will be a Hall Meeting for members of my hall at 4:30 PM. After that, it's dinner, and then I need to start looking for familiar faces. Can you say, very long day...

Today has been a very good day. As of now, I am typing these words on a computer at High Point University. That means...yes, you guessed it, the Admissions Board allowed me to return, on the condition that I get, and keep, my grades up. Kelly, the woman who is helping me with my accommodations, has imposed a few rules on me, and I think that I will be able to keep them.

Information Technology (IT) will not be able to put a timer on my account without crashing the whole school database, but they can monitor my every activity on my school account, and tell Kelly about the programs I have been using.

My textbooks are going to be on audio tape and in a special binder, so that I can learn information the way I need to, and not read ahead to various other chapters in my textbook.

I may or may not get an on-campus job, Kelly still needs to work that part of the deal out, but I'm glad to be back at High Point. I was so nervous before the Admissions Board, that I thought I was going to blow my only chance at getting back into High Point. Thankfully, I just did my best, and I got back in. I didn't sleep well the night before, but now...it's done and over with.

I ended up spending most of today dragging my stuff into my dorm room, but I got it all set up with my parents' help, and now I get to sit back tomorrow and watch all the incoming freshmen squirm.

Life is very good right now...

Yesterday was my last day of work at Giant, and thankfully, I was able to say goodbye to Sydney, Annie, Joe, Erin, and all my other close co-workers. It will be sad to leave them, but I know that when I go back to High Point, I will be with Sarah, Mark, and all my other friends.

Speaking of High Point, I go before the Admission's Board the 19th of this month. That means that I will not be writing in my online journal until I am typing from High Point, or I'm back at the public library. I'll be sure to keep you updated when I find out my fate.

I want to thank SIN Productions for the journal layout. It's perfect, and I could not ask for a better layout...