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Monday, January 22, 2001
Seeing as how today is Monday, my day really hasn't been all that bad. I dropped my stats class today so that's off of my shoulders. This morning I woke up at 10:30...which is all well and good except for the fact that I have an 11:00 class. I actually got dressed in 4 minutes and made it to class on time, that was a relief. But alas, my boys are here.

Thursday, January 18, 2001
I had a dream last night that I'm just now starting to remember. I only remember pieces, but I know part of it was that we (Mel, Janel, Liz, Amy, Chris, Kyle...can't remember if anyone else was there) were on an airplane going somewhere far far away and mid-flight Janel and I had to get on another plane to go get something else (don't ask me how we did this). Anyhow, Janel and I got on this other flight and it nearly crashed. Other stuff happened after this, but I really can't remember what it was. That was horribly random, sorry.
Nothing else very interesting is going on here at the moment. Oh, aside from I think I heard maybe the most insulting phrase ever muttered a few days ago. But why put that up?

Monday, January 15, 2001
Well, I finally called the Visa card company the other day after I tried to pay for my $75 Philosophy of Religion book (yes, $75) and the card was once again declined. Apparently all is okay, I just can't use it until the $280 purchase that I made for Brad goes through (he gave me the money because he doesn't have a card). But that shouldn't be much longer, hopefully.
I had to close at work two weekend nights in a row, that SUCKED. Especially since I came in at 1:00 on Saturday, which meant that I was supposed to get cut early. By 10:00 Saturday night I was certain that I was near insanity, then to top it off three large women came in at 10:15 just for cobbler. I took their orders and went to ring them in, and then I heard that we were totally out of all of our desserts aside from ice cream, seeing as how it was less than an hour till close on a weekend night. So I go back out to their table and relay this information to them. They proceed to give me absolutely horrified looks and responded by being COMPLETE BITCHES. It was awful. I thought about making sarcastic "yes, I saw you ladies coming and ate all of the cobbler really fast to piss you off" comments, which granted me a little relief. They whined for about five minutes and then ordered sundaes instead. I brought those out to them and they continued the bitchiness for until they left. They tipped me 97 cents in change. I hate people.

Thursday, January 11, 2001
You know, my day wasn't bad at all until I went to Barnes and Noble tonight and tried to buy a book with my checkcard and it was DECLINED. I have no idea why, I deposited quite a bit of money in the bank today and when I checked my balance it was pretty good. So either it was just a random fuck-up or some freak has my credit card number and is spending up a storm. That would suck. But I did write a check just after the machine declined my card, so if there is some freak out there spending my money, I'm going to bounce a check here pretty soon. Bah

Wednesday, January 10, 2001
Well, since I've been told more than a few times that my message board hasn't been working, I put up a guest book instead. Maybe that will work better than the last thing....but I'm tired, so that's all for now.

Monday, January 8, 2001
First day of school was today, bah. None of my classes seem that bad really, I think I'm just not quite in the mood to start school again yet. I'm paying to go there so I think that I should be able to choose when I want to start, dammit. But anyhow.
Last night our next door neighbor came over and bitched at Brad because there are tire marks in his front yard. He is NOT happy, to say the least. He told Brad that he has a bad temper and the next time it happens will be very very bad. So (to whoever still reads this) whenever any of you people come over from now on, you need to park on the street that is just about a block away from us. It's not a very long walk and it keeps the neighbors happy. I really don't want this guy to be really pissy all of the time. Bah.

Tuesday, December 26, 2000
Nope, I haven't written in quite a while. And I probably wouldn't be right now either if Janel's water pipes hadn't burst and delayed our shopping trip to a later date.
Everything in my life is basically okay at the moment. My grades were okay. Work isn't bad. My family is super. Christmas was good. My friends are home. So why am I writing on the rant page? I don't know either. Something is nagging at me and I can't really put my finger on it. Other things are nagging at me that I can put my finger on. But I'm not going to list, because it just makes me seem like a whiney bitch and you all already know that I'm a whiney bitch so I don't need to prove myself in that respect anyway. Bah.

Sunday, December 10, 2000
At the moment I should be studying for finals, but I am quite the procrastinator these days. So I find myself in front of the computer, as usual. I need to drive to my parents' house because my mom apparently bought us a Christmas tree, how amusing is that? She cracks me up.
I had my final end-of-the-semester choir performance today, since I'm not taking it next semester. Choir has been driving my crazy lately, but days like today remind me of why I kept taking that class. When we finally get something right and we sound awesome and it stops being just music and starts to portray emotions...oooh, it is an awesome feeling. I know all of you out there know what I'm talking about, so stop making fun of me:). So I guess I'm a little sad about that, but such is life.
Shane and I went to Indy yesterday, basically just to see a movie and get away from here for a day. We stopped by IU first and picked up Mel and Chris, which was a superb decision:). I had a good time, the movie was good although more than a little disturbing. Shane got rather ill on the way home, that wasn't cool. Everyone note that fruit punch gatorade is quite possibly the devil. But yeah, I need to go study for those finals...

Friday, December 8, 2000
First of all, everyone wish Liz a happy birthday, she is finally 19. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ! I think that since this is such a happy day in history I'll just not rant today. Go buy Liz stuff (I'm trying to use my powers of persuasion here, people..oh wait, we all know that I don't have any of those...but anyway). Now. Buy Liz stuff now. If you need ideas, go to www.nbc.com/passions and go to the for sale section. You should find some good ideas there.

Wednesday, November 30(?), 2000
Believe it or not, I really can't think of anything to bitch about. We're FINALLY moved in, I made $60 in 5 hours at work tonight (don't ask me how, I have no idea) and I got to watch Passions. This, in essence, is the perfect day for me. How sad.

Sunday, November 19, 2000
Shane is bitching at me to update, so I guess I'll oblige. I really don't have much to bitch about aside from one very specific thing that I'd rather not immortalize on this website. So I'm not going to. Those of you who know me well probably know what it is anyway. And if you don't....maybe you should just ask. Or maybe I don't want you to know. You make the call. Why in the hell am I being so ambiguous this evening? Or am I being ambiguous at all (come on, you know that's funny..well....maybe not....)?
OH! Here's something I hate: I hate it when I try to call someone three days in a row and I can't get ahold of them so I leave messages a'plenty and I STILL get no response...I guess what I'm trying to say is "Kyle, are you still alive, honey?" Has anyone heard from him lately? I haven't spoken to him in what feels like forever.
Speaking of messages, I hate it when people coughcoughShanecoughcough don't leave messages on my machine because they "can't think of anything funny to say." Believe me, a message in itself is usually enough to make me smile.
I also hate packing. I've always been aware of this, because I hate cleaning and for some reason seem to equate the two of them. I think I'm actually almost done though, thank goodness. I thought I was going to go crazy there for a while.
I hate dollar tips. If you've ever had good service and only left a dollar, shame on you. Remind me to slash your tires later.
And what happened to my message board? Did it just roll over and die? I'm holding a memorial service for it sometime soon, but I don't expect to have anyone there, at this rate.
As for other things...well...I'm really drained so I'll just have to continue this later.