Yay for the weekend!
Friday, January 21, 2005
11:15 p.m.
Current Music: [Forever Love (Last Mix)] X Japan
Well, I am officially tired. My classes are pretty easy so far, but they are sucking the life out of me like thousands of tiny vampires. And I am tired of Marcie's problems. No one else in the department has had any problems since I've been co-Janice with April, but Marcie has had several. The gloves aren't in yet. The benches haven't gone out for bid. The gloves came in, but they're the wrong size. And so forth. I cringe whenever she walks in. But oh well. Also Dennis in Receiving sucks, and Linda is getting on my nerves a teensy bit. And my roommate is pregnant.

Well, okay, so I don't know for POSITIVE that she's pregnant. But I know that she's gained weight in the last few weeks. And I know that she bought a bunch of billowy shirts today and some jeans with an elastic waist (when she always wears tight stuff). And I know that she bought a baby names book. And I know that she has a baby album that she's started writing in. And I know that she has become obsessed with vitamins. So I'm fairly sure. That should be fun. This means that she'll be like eight months in May, so I get to witness a pregnancy as it progresses. Yay for that. I just hope I don't have to drive her to the hospital.

*sigh* I'm really depressed that Daniel is moving back home out of his apartment. I will still see him pretty often, but not NEARLY as often as I have been seeing him when he just lived five minutes away from the dorm. Now he will live about 45 minutes away. His last day at the apartment is the 31st, and I will probably cry. I have had a lot of good memories at that apartment. And now when I want to hang out at his place, I have to hang out with his mom and Andrea too. Don't get me wrong, I love his mom, and Andrea and I are working out our problems. But it's just not the same cozy romantic atmosphere with them around. Maybe I'll just become a hermit and make up excuses to stay in the dorm instead of going out there with him. I'm one of those people who would rather have nothing at all than have just a tiny fraction of what I want. I'd rather sit in the dorm, lonely and sad, than go out to a movie with him once a week like we did when we first started dating. Because that will just depress me, and he will get depressed because I will be depressed when I'm with him. Oh well. Hakuna matata.

Staring blankly out the window...
Saturday, January 15, 2005
05:28 p.m.
Current Music: [Last Song] Gackt
Well, today was kind of a waste of my time. I finished watching Troy, which, while not an Alexander-esque disaster, wasn't that great. I just didn't care about any of the characters. I mean, Hector got mowed down and I just raised my eyebrows - the most extreme show of emotion that I exhibited the whole time. Daniel looked at me and said, "You want some tea?" and got up and went into the kitchen. Come to think of it, he spent almost a third of the movie getting me things from the kitchen (whether I wanted them or not). He must have been even less interested than I was. Poor baby. And the highly-talked-about shot of Brad Pitt's butt was kind of disappointing. I was expecting a full view of his butt, but all I got was a couple of wimpy little shots that were more of his bare hip than his butt. Talk about disappointment.

So I just found out that Nataku's birthday is the same day that I got engaged. And I didn't know about it! I would have sent her a pony or something. Happy birthday, Nataku! *frees pony and points it in Nataku's general direction* I take no responsibility if the pony is too stupid to find its way to you. Oh, well, it's the thought that counts, right?

AND according to a little checklist on Ashley's pitas that I am choosing to mostly disregard as not being for real (mostly because I am tired of finding out new and interesting ways that weirdo-Christians have lost their minds), I am a Goth and should be prayed over. This is because five of the things on the "How to Tell if Your Child is a Goth" list apply to me. These are: 1)I wear band and/or rock t-shirts, 2)I have a tattoo, 3)I sometimes complain of boredom, 4)I watch cable television, and 5)I use the internet excessively. According to this list, I am a Goth and I worship Satan and I should be reformed. And woe be unto you if you eat Count Chocula cereal, which is also on the list.

I was supposed to go to a bridal show today with Andrea because you can get free stuff, but I decided not to. I used my cold as an excuse, but I was also very depressed today and I just wanted to go back to the dorm and play the Sims until I couldn't see straight. And I have played the Sims for several hours now... Searose married Jared! And Zachary grew up into a kid (I had to cheat since I accidentally made his mom move out and his dad had to go to work). And Nathan planted a big one on Leah... or possibly Rachel, they're twins... but I'm pretty sure it was Leah. January had a baby, December, and she's pregnant again and wants ten kids (this will be her fourth). Timothy just wants to WooHoo all the time, and he's not even a Romance Sim. Also Nathan accidentally fell in love with Blaze when I wasn't looking. BAD NATHAN. NO HOMOSEXUAL TENDENCIES, PLEASE. Not that I look down on gay people in general, but I CREATED Nathan to marry Leah. Not to be doin' the nasty with Blaze, who is Leah's nephew, FYI. Leah is Searose's aunt, which makes her Nathan's step-great-aunt, which is okay because Searose doesn't even KNOW Leah. So Nathan now has thirteen step-great-aunts and -uncles, and two step-great-grandparents. What a world, what a world. Thank goodness it's not real.

*coughcoughHACK*
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
08:58 p.m.
Current Music: Commercial Jingles
*pitiful whimpering voice* I'm siiiiick. Second day of classes and I have to drag myself around. Earlier today I was getting ready for class and I got down on my knees to look in the hamper (hadn't bothered folding the clean clothes yet) and once I found my chosen outfit, I simply draped it around my neck and crawled down the hall. Daniel walked into the bedroom and said, "Did I just see you crawling down the hall?" like he thought he was crazy or something and I just looked at him with my droopy eyes and my wide-open mouth (since I can't breathe out of my nose) and said, "I'm siiiiiick" in this horribly raspy sick-voice that I didn't even have to fake.

Speaking of Daniel, I suppose I have to wake him up soon... he laid down on the bed to wait for me to check my email and I thought he was waiting patiently but now he's snoring. Some homework help he's being. He's supposed to be forcing me to read the first chapter of my COM book but he's asleep.

Today, other than being dreadfully ill, I went to a doctor's appointment where they griped about my blood pressure and were just generally annoying until I just gave in to all of their demands. So I'll probably be going back in for a stomachectomy or something. I just wanted to go home and go back to bed and continue going "I'm siiiiiick" at anyone who would listen, so Lord only knows what I agreed to. Oh, well. Who needs a stomach anyway? Also I went and helped with a psychology experiment (they make us do it) just to get it out of the way, which pretty much amounted to me reading a ten-page report on bipolar disorder and then answering a questionnaire about whether I hated the mentally ill. I didn't know how to answer most of the questions... I mean, one of them was "Would you object to having a mentally ill person living in your neighborhood?" Okay... what kind of mentally ill? Mentally ill like depressed, fine, hello neighbor. Mentally ill like he thinks he's Genghis Khan and that God and Satan play poker with him in his bedroom late at night and that if he loses he must burn down my house, then perhaps I'd have a few teensy objections to this arrangement. They really should have been more specific.

Back to school!
Monday, January 10, 2005
08:26 a.m.
Current Music: [Leader of Men] Nickelback
Okay, so here I am back at school, which means bye-bye to the Christmas theme on this Pitas. Not that I didn't like the Christmas theme, and not that this one has changed any except the picture and the colors, but I don't have FrontPage on my computer in the dorm or on Daniel's computer OR on my computer in Mississippi and I am too afraid to try another program to change things since this is working just as I want it to.

Anyway, so a lot of stuff has happened... I am engaged now! Yup, happened on December 16. Come to think of it, I believe I already said that. But now I can admit it openly on here because all my family and close friends already know so I won't feel guilty about the entire world knowing about it before someone I actually know. I am very happy and my ring is the best and most perfect ring in the whole world.

In scary news, the biology secretary (a.k.a. my boss, Janice) has taken a job in the ag department and is leaving at the end of the week. We do not have a replacement. That means that Skari has to pretty much run the office for a couple of weeks. Which, believe me, is very frightening. However, the department head is being very nice and helpful and supportive, and he's told all the professors not to take advantage of me by giving me a lot of copying and crap to do. Also he's told the quasi-secretary, Linda, that I work for him and not her, so she's not allowed to order me around without a legitimate pre-approved reason. And that's pretty good, since Linda (love her to death, but...) is one of those people that would rather give a wrong answer than say "I don't know." And she's also very helpful. This combination means that if Dr. J hadn't told her that she's not to interfere, she'd be standing over me all day trying to help, but telling me wrong stuff to do it. With the best intentions, of course, but still. However, Janice just gave me and April a raise and so we will be getting paid more to do more work, which is the way the world should work.

Hmm... what else... saw Meet the Fockers night before last. It was pretty funny. A LOT of sex humor, though, which is why I'm so glad I didn't see it with my aunt or my parents. That would have been embarassing. Anyway, I thought it was really good, in my opinion better than the first one. But that's only because I don't really like to watch movies that make horrible bad stuff into comedy, like when he set the gazebo-thing on fire in the first movie. This one, however, was more of what I wanted the first one to be, which was more oriented towards embarassing things that parents might actually do or tell (albeit highly exaggerated). Like when his parents showed pictures of his circumcision ceremony - I can't imagine parents actually doing THAT, but I know that my dad has fun showing people this picture of me as a little toddler throwing a temper tantrum in the bathtub, so I could kind of relate. Anyway. I have to go to class now. Wish me luck.