2004-05-08 - 12:18 p.m.
I know you're all shivering with anticip....ation from my "WILL I OR WON'T I GO BACK TO SCHOOL FRIDAY NIGHT?" cliffhanger and GUESS WHAT, I *DID* GO BACK TO SCHOOL. All of Heather's stuff is gone, so it's kind of like living in an abandoned prison cell, with the cinderblock and filthy floor and all. It's like 5% cool and 95% really not cool.
I'm getting kind of sick, which isn't fun. Nothing in particular, just, I think, stress and exhaustion resulting in the kind of neck and back pains usually reserved for pregnant women or sitcom fathers. Oh well.
I work from 2-6 (pm) today. X-cItIng!!!! Oh well, at least in my boredom I will be forced to study for Humanities.
Did I ever mention the guy I see everywhere but never speak to? Well, I saw him again today, I was walking to the dining hall and he was walking out of it and we were like the only 2 people on the campus, but I pretended to be really interested in a parked truck instead. This may be the last time I see him. :-( Goodbye guy I have pretended to like all year and grown somewhat attached to, sorry I never got to actually meet you and like you and find out what a jerk you are.
At breakfast I let these 3 guys into breakfast with my swipes. I was certain this would lead to some kind of intercourse, but no. One guy introduced himself as PJ. I was thinking, WHERE ARE JEFFY AND DOLLY? They offered to let me cut them later in the tater tot line. I know, it's hard being this hot and getting so much attention, but you get used to it after a while.
Then I listened to some guy at the table behind me talk to his two female friends and it was the most BORING THING EVER. He was talking about selling books back. "Sometimes if they know the same book will be used next semester, they'll give you more money for it. But if they're not sure, they won't give you as much money. If they know it's not being used, they won't take it back at all." "I'm gonig to go sell my books back tomorrow. Or I might hang up a sign advertising the books I have so people will buy them from me. Or I might sell them on the internet." OMG. It was like listening to a Choose Your Own Adventure book narrated outloud. "IF you want to fight the ghost, turn to page 73!" Seriously, the people here are really boring and incredibly stupid. At another nearby table, a girl was calling her boyfriend a faggot on her cell phone. Maybe he was telling her about selling his books back.
Yeah, I want to go home.
