September 10, 2002 :: 11:42 p.m.
I love Mr. Octo!
Wee. Good CD. I got this, and Adam got the new Supreme Beings of Leisure album, which is also very good. Tonight was spent watching Buffy (three episodes in a row!!!) and perusing MP3.com for fun musical stylings. I just took a shower a bit ago, so that I can get an extra 15 minutes of sleep in the morning. Geh. 8 o' clock classes suck.
I need a haircut. Random, but true. I could actually use a full-body makeover, especially in the fat department. Oh yes. There would be an extreme reduction in that. And in boobage, because I have too much of it. Don't complain, you say? Feh! Trust me, complaining is in order. I would know. They're on my chest, after all.
Emily has Justin staying here tonight. Boo. I don't really mind, I guess, but it's kind of weird. And completely unfair, because I only get Adam sleepovers on weekends. That's not her fault, but still, I try to be considerate on weeknights. Actually, I try to be considerate all the time. How unusual. Yeah. As I was saying, there is a boy sleeping in my room tonight and he's not mine. Grr. In a perfect world, I could trade roommates with Andy (Adam's roommate) and be the happiest girl ever. But alas. If I have to live with a strange female, Emily's a good one. She's equally afraid of all the squealing, giggling girls on our floor. Eek. They're so scary, no jokes. I have to fight the temptation to hide under the bed sometimes.
This entry has gotten completely off-track. Not that it had much of a track to begin with, but you know. So I'm going to go draw a bit and skim the 40 PAGES that I'm supposed to read for Digicom tomorrow. Grr. Argh. I didn't know it was so long. Oh well. I don't even know why I bother reading for that class at all - I already know all of the crap we talk about. We got an assignment to make a "single webpage using Dreamweaver." We had to include "one or more pictures of [ourselves], a short bio, some links to [our] favorite places on the web, and a statement about how 9/11 affected [us]." Woo-fucking-ha. First off, it is entirely unnecessary to use Dreamweaver for a page like that. But since it was part of the assignment, I did it. I have never used Dreamweaver before in my life, and I finished my little page in about 15 minutes. I don't want to put pictures of myself on this thing for everyone to see, so I used a drawing of me. One that's in the art section, actually. The thing that gets me is the statement about 9/11.
Why? How is it at all relevant? Yes, I am aware that tomorrow is 9/11 - the anniversary of THE 9/11 - but come on. It's a stupid, moron-level Digicom assignment. There is no place for such a statement in there anywhere. But I wrote one, because I had to. And I'm kind of afraid to have people read it, actually, especially ON 9/11. As I'm sure you're all aware, I'm not exactly Miss Compassion. I'd say I'm more of a Miss Apathy. And so my statement isn't all "boo hoo, so many people died, waaah, such a tragedy, we have to bomb the hell out of the entire Middle East so the terrorist know how really mad and serious we are, sniffle sniffle, I love G.W. Bush and America with all my little heart, cry cry cry, my delicate psyche has been forever damaged and my faith in humankind has been destroyed and restored all at once."
No. That is just not how I feel. Adam read it, and when I told him tonight that I was thinking of re-writing to be, perhaps, less offensive, he said that he thought it was good "because [he] knows [me]." So. That means that everyone else will this it's sinful, anti-American tripe because they don't know me. Good thing to put into my head, dear. Though I'm sure he didn't really mean it that way (or maybe he did?), it just kind of seemed like an "oh, well, I think it's good because you're my girlfriend and I have to say that I think it's good." But hey. It doesn't really matter. I don't particularly give two shits what the people in my class think, I just don't really like having people look at me like a Neo-Nazi because I don't have American flags painted on my tits, either.
Whatevah', yo. I'm off to sleep and such.
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