Totally watch my account expire before I even finish this post.. I think this weekend is that time. *sigh* I'm not sure if I'm returning. I use the site less than I used to, which is a good thing because I get more done and I can do other stupid meaningless shit on the computer without suffering from an SG withdrawal. But I do like being able to write a post and people actually responding. And posting pictures. All that I want. So..we shall see.

I'm eating chicken noodle soup. I am coming down with something, I think. But that figures because when some sort of holiday comes up and I actually have somewhere to go, I seem to get sick. Remember new years? Ya. My throat is a bit scratchy and I need my entire nasal passge cleared out. Maybe when I go home, I can put some Vicks(SP?) in there. I'm sick of swallowing spit and feeling this horrid feeling at the back/top of my throat because the snot is just hanging around back there feeling thick and heavy, and not towards my nostrils. Stupid snot.

I wasn't so sick last night. Though if I'm coming down with something, I probably passed it onto the boyfriend.. Yes, things went well in that department, and as of tuesday..I'm not single. Sorry, fellas!
Might be awhile before anyone ever sees pictures, as all we ever do is stuff in my room and we don't have a camera yet.. I called my mom that night after he left...and no one picked up, at 9 pm. So I had no one to tell for a day.
I did eventually end up talking to my mom.. Ah, hilarious.

Mom: So..what's this I see on myspace?
*pause*
Me: Mom, I don't have myspace... *long pause* So, what are you reading on facebook?
Mom: Oh, is that what this is? So what this I'm reading about you and, uh, this guy? Are you dating?
Me: Yea..We're dating.
Mom: Like 'dating' dating? Relationship dating?
Me: Ya..
Mom: *pause* Wow!!
Me: *pause*
Mom: So what brought this on, what made you change your mind?
Me: Well..we talked about it and decided we're going to date..

So..erm..uh..surprise!!

His birthday is coming up. So..what do I do? Keep your minds clean and creative!

I think he may come with me to the party saturday night. Since last night was a bit awesome, I think he's going to try and take off work. Yay. Which reminds me, I never went shoping at Victorias Secret for a push up bra.. I guess my costume will do well enough without one. I also don't have a black wig; I may need to run to wal-mart later. If my dad picks me up, it's right on the way back and I'm sure he won't mind.

How sucky is this: I have a 7 page book report due on Halloween Day. Seriously, come on. COME ON. Of all holidays, it had to be Halloween? And only a week to do it? I just finally had a chance to pick up the book the other day. *sigh* And today I finally get a chance to start . I chose:

Midterm week is finally over, thank god. I think I passed, though not sure with flying colors or not. We shall see. I'm going to put my confidence into it and say I got an A on both (after the grading curves are given). Atleast there's hope that I'm still passing all my classes.

Well, I have soup I should stop neglecting and two books to read for my report. I'm using Joseph Campbells Hero With a Thousand Faces to sort of give my report an outline to follow.

I don't feel like reading about winterim anymore. I'm so disappointed in 99.999% of the students here.

This weekend, I'm going to Green Bay. I guess there's a local metal show and my friend Becky who goes to school up there invited me to come along. She's coming home saturday and then I'm following her back in my moms car. I guess we're going to hang out with the bands before and drink a bit, go to the show, and then there's a party at her boyfriends house. Since we're drinking, I suppose I'm expected to just..pass out somewhere? I'm not sure how this goes, really.. I haven't been inivted to too many things.

I just finished watching Zoolander. I've been depressed all day and this didn't really do the trick. Super Troopers used to make me smile.. Maybe I'll watch that next.

For those of you who want to know how the date went.. Well, it went. There's not much to say. It was quite nice, but we didn't really make any other plans and haven't yet spoken. I'm either being totally worrisome and paranoid because it's only just been two days, or I'm just a dumbass. So I guess I won't be surprised if this leads nowhere and nothing else happens. I'm just not good at this.. I suppose we'll see. I'm trying to not be totally down about it.

Tuesday night, after Matt left, my old canadian friend whom I haven't spoken to in months was online and we chatted like it was old times again. We just talked about sex and school and the usual. Hah. It's so nice that we can just pick up where we left off. Today, I learned that in Canada, they have milk that comes in bags. It took me about 20 minutes to understand the concept - she ended up showing me a guide online, made for Americans who have no idea about this milk-in-a-bag phenomenon. I felt totally stupid. But now I can amaze all my friends with this.. She's going to be visiting next summer, and hopefully I'll be visiting her to see this milk bag deal.

She's supposed to give me a drunken phone call tonight.

Tomorrow, I'm going on a field trip to the Newberry in Chicago. I'm not sure what it is - a museum? A library? Who knows. Then I'm not coming back with everyone else on the bus - I've got an extra train ticket from when I missed the last train in January, so I'll be using that and taking the train back by myself. I'll probably screw this up.

Super Troopers is doing nothing for me. Ugh.

I got an email today. About Winterim in Scotland..

My sister moved back to our parents house tonight. Finally. Since my last post, she lived here in my room/their house/back at her and chris's place, trying to make it through. I guess tonight, a huge fight broke out and he threw things at her and threatened to beat her up, so she called my mom who went down there and helped her pack all her stuff up. Fucking asshole. *sigh* Chapter over.

Tomorrow is the KMFDM show. I know absolutely no one else going. And I'm sort of scared for the first time in a long ass time. Because in the past two weeks or so, I've been approached by older men looking for some ass and honest to god, I just want to have an alright time without having to worry. Monday, in broad daylight early in the afternoon, I went down to the beach. My depression lifted and I wanted to get out and see the beach. And I went. Caught the bus right away. Got there. Explored this whole new side of the beach that I didn't even know was there, it was really awesome, the entire beach was smooth, rounded white stones. Then I saw this little look out dealie and went up there, and lo and behold, there's a nice looking young man working on homework. And if was all fun and such between us in that silent but fun way, until a huge wave came over the side and got me wet.

So I went to the otherside and sat on some driftwood. So he got up a few minutes later and headed my way. Then out of from what I thought nowhere, this older guy who was following me (okay, not following, but did go along the same path I had, behind me by about 200 feet so I was paranoid) and who I thought had gone on the other way away from me, came up from my opposite side and started talking to me. When I glanced back, mister young attractive dude had sort of changed his path into a u-turn. And then old guy continued to occupy my time and enlighten me with his past, asthma attack stories, moving around the city stories, and then proceeded to ask me where I was originally from (and he's from a town a few miles over, where at exactly was I from, how close by did we live to eachother?). And then, as all old creepy men do, asked me which way I was headed on my walk. Too bad he wasn't on rollerblades and sand wasn't near by.

Said, "I think I'm going to go catch my bus" and the funny thing is, is that I had no idea where there was a bus to take me back. Old guy offers me a ride in his car back to the dorms and I declined, and said 'later' and headed away. Then found a bus and hopped on. *sigh* So, young cute dude, wherever you are, I'm sorry that I didn't turn my head and mouth 'help me' to you quick enough. That moment sucked for us both.

It's a terrible world we live in that I can't be safe doing things without someone else along, some sort of guardian; it's time we bought me some mace and spiked brass knuckles to keep in my pocket. If I need to punch a motherfucker in the balls, so be it. Next older man that talks to me, I'm just going to tell him 'goodbye'. Honestly. I'll fucking get up and move to another bench. Leave me the fuck alone.

In other news, I had a quiz on monday - an 87 point quiz! That's a fricken exam, ma'am! I wonder what the test is going to be like. I had a midterm last thursday and will have one this coming thursday. Ugh.

I feel a bit guilty about this, but I'm hoping that, atleast this semester, my suitemates fail all their classes. Seriously. We're in University for crying out loud - I don't ever see nor hear them doing a damn thing but gossiping loudly, 'flirting' (that squawking ladies do and think it attracts men, when it only attracts dumbass boys), running around and being idiots in general. My suitemate, when she was drunk, wrote me a message on my dry erase board. It said 'Hey hoe'. Which I laughed at, because a) she called me a ho, and second, couldn't spell it right. So guys..I ain't no ho..I'm a garden tool! W00t!

Not much else going on in my life. I haven't yet been accepted to Scotland, I'm not sure if enough people have signed up so we can go; the humane society hasn't gotten back to me yet on volunteering; and I applied for ISV and haven't heard back from them yet. Nobody wants me. Boo fricken hoo. I'm tired. I still have alot to do yet before bed.