My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

and i'm back. geez, it's freezing in here. i'm in my dorm room. the windows don't close all the way for some strange reason, and they haven't turned on the heat yet. so i'm a bit frosty right now. i know there's no point in calling housing to fix the windows because by the time they do, the heat will be turned on and we'll be keeping the windows open anyway. another reason to love rutgers: they raised housing and tuition this semester. one of the reasons for raising housing costs: increased fuel prices. well, let's think about this one here. i would not be surprised if they had the thermostats cranked to about 90 degrees. the only way to keep from roasting your ass off is to keep the windows open. i mean, it could be 30 degrees and snowing outside and you gotta keep your window at least cracked. i never use my comforter in the winter because it's so warm. it's crazy. but now i'm freezing, which sucks because that means i'm gonna be co

*sigh*....every day I am forced to add another name to the list of people who piss me off...have you ever been told that some big thing was going to happen, but you're not really sure if it actually will? so you wait until the last possible moment to start planning things for this event because you know how unpredictable the situation may be. and then you're given the false impression that the even will actually happen, so you sit with one of your best friends at his apartment and spend 7 hours downloading songs and making a cd so everything will be perfect for the event. you're both dead tired and entertaining guests, but you make the sacrifice anyway. you're doing it out of the kindness and goodness of your heart, and you even sacrifice the completeness of the cd project just so you can have it done for this event. finally, the cd is finished, and all that there is left to do is make the copies...tomorrow. you drag yourself back to your dorm at 12:30 in the morning an

aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! tried to change the window size and the damn computer erased all that i had written! everything about homework and boys and computers......all gone! Damn school computers! Yet another small taste of the RU Screw dearies...gotta love the RU screw. Dammit. And I forgot to tell someone my site address, so she probably won't see this till later. Great. *sigh* well, my loyal subjects--i mean, fans--i am off to the wonferful world of Expository Writing 101 where i get to ram my 5 page paper in my teacher's face and say, "eat that, you beeyotch! it's actually 5 pages long instead of four. eat it!!!" o tay, ta ta for now kiddies.

so i went an entire day without blogging...maybe that's good. yesterday, i watched the whole rememberance thingie on tv and finally broke down crying for the first time in a while. i guess you could say that i finally woke up to all the stuff that had been going on. it's kinda real now. well, not much else went on yesterday....went to band rehearsal and then chilled at andre's with my buds. woke up and went to breakfast, and now i'm going to see if i can go home and be with my family for a while...as much as they drove me nuts this summer, it would be nice to see them now. so this entry's a short one kids, but i'll see y'alls later. peace and pixy stix!

ok kids, take a deep breath, and let's talk about something normal and mundane like my daily travels. got up at 9am for a 9:50 psych class...got there 20 mins late....damn buses...sat in the back of the lecture hall on the floor, which allowed me to not pay al lot of attention to the lecture. the Dr. has this soothing mr. rogers voice that puts you to sleep. anyhoo, after class, went to the store for some drugs (i have a cold, sillies) and then it was off to Brower (rutgers-speak for one of the dining halls) for lunch. yummy....french fries and mandarin oranges. sat there a while to read the paper, then had to leave. one can only spend so much time in the dining hall before the smell gets to you. i was feeling pretty draggy, so i went to abp (rutgers-speak for au bon pain) for a mocha blast. i need the espresso to get me through expos and theater appreciation. sat some more, drank my liquid caffeine, then off to expos. after expos, theater appreciation. my professor is practically

"another day, another dollar, another war" a little bit of Jewel to open it up for today.... cries of war are in the air, and i have no idea what the hell to do about it. spent my entire expos class (rutgers-speak for Expository Writing 101) talking about this whole thing. one kid's ready to push the button himself, another kid's complaining that there aren't more countries helping us out, and then there's this kid who's 100% Palestinian. just the fact that he was not afraid to say that he was palestinan shows that he's got balls. he told us about how he got harassed by police officers and how his family isn't letting any of their women leave the house, fearing for their safety. i really felt for this kid. he shows no ill will toward this nation, and yet we're turning on him and other innocents who are just as shocked as we are. yeah, there were palestinians partying in the streets after this happened, and i hate them for it, but am i suppos

stuffed myself full of kfc (mmmmm....chicken....) and now i'm watchin a movie. enjoying some lemonade....hee hee hee.....glad to be going to class tomorrow, even if i have to get up early in the morning. geez, what a day. at least we've got mtv back, and for once it's all videos all the time. then the videos got old, so we watched pop up brady bunch episodes (brady bunch + pop up video). how ironic that they're calling it the "un-real-a-thon"...they've been doing it all summer, and now it's actually kinda cool. i feel bad for tuning out so much and pretending that this all isn't real, but what am i supposed to do? watch endless replays and listen to the same questions with no answers all over again? hell no. i have to let this all sink in first. it's amazing to see all of the things that everyone has to say right now. everyone's running around quoting Nostradamus....scary shit. i've gotta look that guy up now, read more of it, make some

went to the hospital to give blood and i had to actually sign up for an appointment. then i went back to the dorm, and i just got off the phone with a person from the hospital: they don't need any more blood. they said they'd call back in 4-6 weeks. isn't that crazy? i'm kinda glad cuz i was scared as hell do actually do it, but now i have to wait like a month. that gives me a long time to re-think. but i'll still be brave. so i'm sitting at the comp as always and my roomie sends me the mp3 of "like a prayer" by madonna. and i started cracking up because it was an inside joke as to why she sent it. even funnier: i already had it. ok, so to lighten up the mood, I'll tell the funny story behind this little song. I went to a Valentine's day party this year and got totally wasted on punch and jello shots. i'm sitting in the corner of the kitchen making up little songs about everyone who passes me when my buddy's boyfriend comes up and sta

here i am, sitting at the comp., watching Let's Make a Deal. why, i do not know. yesterday still seems fuzzy, considering all that happened. woke up today, reminding myself that all was not right in the world, as i had hoped when i finally fell asleep. nothing like double stuff oreos and a good movie to act as a brain eraser. watched a bit of the news today, nothing new to report, thank god. now it's all endless analysis of shit we can't analyze yet and reporters like katie couric (who i can't stand) asking the dumbest questions in the world. even in this time of massive tragedy, the networks show no compassion at all. i wonder if there's some little punk executive in an office somewhere saying, "hey, let's make this awesome graphic of that plane hitting the WTC and use it as a background for all of today's coverage!" Well, there would have to be, because it's really like that. just check out MSNBC. it's disgusting. so i understand why ther

so i wake up this morning to my roomate screaming, "classes are canceled! turn on the news!" and i turn it on and see something out of a freaking movie. there's no way that the world trade center could have been blown up. this just isn't real. that's all i could think, that it wasn't real. and walking to the student center, i realized that today was such a beautiful day. sunny, breezy, and not a cloud in the sky. how could such a horrible thing happen on a day like today....a perfectly beautiful day? and then i was in the dining hall...the laughter sounded so alien. how could you laugh, or smile, or feel happy? thousand of people have just died and all hell has broken loose! eventually, i had to tune out. watched blair witch project....went to andre's....watched cartoons for two and a half hours while knowing that i don't know what tomorrow will bring. no classes tomorrow, we're still in a state of emergency. i think this is the first time i haven&

....and finally, she was able to post her thought on the screen before her. After 2 days of wrestling with the ethernet here at school, i was finally able to get this thing to work. As i was walking home from the bus stop this afternoon, i realized just how happy i am to finally be back at school. i saw how everyone has gotten older, and i thought that i hadn't. but after thinking about it, i realized just how much i've grown up too. i'm finally here to learn and grow and change my life rather than make each day a party. sometimes, growing up sucks. i mean, you spend all of your life wanting to be grown up, and when you finally do, everything becomes sucky and stressful. dammit. But on the other hand, growing up has become such a cool thing to do. now that i've gotten over being independent of my parents (sort of), i've seen how i've been growing and changing (just like a little butterfly....awwwww....). but enough of this oversentimental bullshite. a while ag