April 22, 2004 :: 11:45 p.m.
school is evil and television is my only friend
God, has it only been three days since I updated? Seems like way longer than that. Huh. But three days is actually a pretty long time for me. It used to be, anyway. For some reason this diary is just not as much fun as it used to be.
Don't worry, Diary. It's not you, it's me. I promise.
Anyway, things here are relatively well. My parents are imploding for the 50th time, though I think it may actually stick this time. I'm not sure what to say about that. I mean, I don't like it, but... well, you know. I mostly just stay in my room.
But school ends in 3 weeks, most of my stuff for PCA&D (minus housing funds, unfortunately) is lined up and in good standing, and my running program is going, to borrow from another sport, swimmingly. I finished up week 4 this morning; next Thursday will find me running for 20 minutes straight or dead for trying. Either way, I'm getting there.
Creative Writing was the �ber-suck tonight. I handed in my paper and gave my report, then Connie gave hers, then Barb gave hers. And Barb's happened to be all about Deconstructionism! Which is really fucking nuts! And yet at the same time incredibly boring! Weee!
Next week is the last class for handing in work, so I need to seriously get down to business here. I'm barely over the requirements for a C... and I cannot get a C in Creative Writing. I can't. It'll melt my brain. I've gotten one C in my college career, and it was in Statistics so it doesn't count. And even then I think it was a C+. Bottom line: a C is not an option. So I will sit here and I will finish some of the many stories that I started and then forgot about, and they may not be the greatest things I've ever written by BY GUM, they will get me an A. Mark my words, kids. I'll get there.
I also have two drawing to do for Drawing this week. Ugh. Seriously, I am SO glad I chose Graphic Design as my major at PCA&D, because drawing as homework? Is killing my creative drive. Illustration would have been hell.
I'm tired; I don't feel like writing much. What's new? So I will end with this: American Idol was so fucked up this week, Angel kicked all kinds of ass, and Tru Calling was not as miserable as it could have been. Next week there is a new American Idol, a new Angel, the two-hour season (possibly series, though I cannot bring myself to care) finale of Tru Calling, and a new Joan of Arcadia. It will be a good week for TV watching. I'm excited for Joan in particular - the three or four week drought since the last new episode has been very annoying.
If you're wondering right now, "What the fuck? Does this chick have something even resembling a life?" Well, no, I don't. Thanks for asking. But whatever. I cut my finger with a big-ass serrated knife while making dinner earlier, and it won't stop throbbing, and it's making typing very uncomfortable. So, that is all. Good day.
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