"I'm pretty honest. I need to work on that." Daria Morgendorffer from DariaWell, I'm back again. Back at school and back on the Internet. The last two days of "vacation" I was not allowed on the Internet because I didn't make my bed. Ooooh, what a crime! This has been a big fight topic between my mother and I for years My point is that a. I don't notice that stuff, and b. nobody comes in my room that doesn't live here. Her very logical point is, and I quote, "I don't care, I want it made!"
"Why?"
"I want it made!" 
So anyway, if anyone sent me anything within the past couple of days, I didn't get it. If you can resend it to me at the address at the bottom I'll then get it. Thanks.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm glad to be back at school. 
The last couple of days I felt like saying, "Can I go back early?" They were driving me nuts. 
For example, I was on the phone with Demma one night and we wer ragging on Lost Potential (she was forced to go there last semester and hates the school) when my mother walked in the room and apparently eavesdropped on the conversation. Later that night she comes into my room and tells me I shouldn't make fun of Demma's school because it'll hurt her feelings. I said, "Mom, she hates it worse than I do." And she ignored that . . . the fight went on, ending with me saying, "You know what? I'm just going to shut up whenever I'm on the phone with someone and you come in. Or I'll say, 'I'm sorry, but I can't talk right now, my mother is in the room.'" Sheesh.
The good news is that I didn't have to take the driving test (I think my dad forgot about it, because he only said anything on the last day). However, he has decreed that I get my license (oh, okay . . . I guess the age of 20 (yikes!) is old enough) and a job over the summer. But since school gets out so late, I'd just like to know HOW I'm supposed to get a job? I asked Demma about her old job (answering phones for a temp agency), I think I'd like to do that (easy, lotsa pay, and I've got enough experience answering phones for my mother).
Anyway, not a whole lot is going on here. I didn't get a new roommate (or if I did, she doesn't have any Friday classes, because she's not here), and neither did Michelle, who isn't back yet. Lisa, Elena, and Aaron (her boyfriend) all returned last night. I haven't seen much of the guys next door either- saw Sean, but that was it.
My plans for the day were to cut my French class (none of the teachers wanted to come back early, so the students could cut too), go to geology, and buy my books:
My geology (solar system) professor is awesome. He goes by the name "Moondude", which of course I liked right there. I gotta admire a guy who says we don't have to take too many notes and grades easily, even if he's giving two midterms, one of which is on my birthday (waaaah!). But this guy is goofy . . . he started talking about Star Trek and going through the characters for five minutes, which was hysterical. "Look! Spock was the science officer! And (imitating a brogue) Scotty knew engineering! Look, Picard's a science guy! Crusher was married to him in an alternate timeline! Look, Janeway! (on a cast photo from Voyager) Now which one's the science guy?" I may just like science this quarter- who knows? =)
After that I went to buy my books and a binder (for geology we also have to buy a reader, and need a 2 inch binder to hold it in. Yikes, my back is going to break here!). I just have one question for the chick who's teaching my English class: Why on the English dept. course description did it say that I only needed one book, and when I got to the bookstore I had to buy three? Including two skinny poetry books that the bookstore won't buy back?
I also had an . . . interesting . . . day or so of e-mails. While telling Anna and Demma about something else, I had to mention that I had another web page. I got e-mails from both of them today: Demma wanted to know what it was and Anna wanted to know the address (eek!). I didn't give it to her (I told both of them it was just a rant-and-rave page, on the same stuff that I normally rant about to them, hoping this wouldn't make them interested). But if they want it bad enough . . . oh great . . . I didn't even intend to mention it . . . guess it's nice to know I can still put my foot in it as I type. If I do give the address to them, I'm going to have to take things out (including this paragraph!) before I do it. How do I get myself into these weird situations, anyway?
I also got an e-mail from the creator of The Tide, who's going to be in the area over Memorial Day, and she wants to meet the two of us on the board who live around here. Now on the one hand, I really want to meet her. On the other hand, I don't want to stay here over Memorial weekend (talk about dead), and I was probably going to go home anyway (don't know how I'd explain staying in town on a three-day-weekend, without the parents panicking over my meeting more people off the Internet.) Sigh . . . don't know what's going to happen there.
Links to other sites on the Web
The Tide
Icon Bazaar (tongue boy)
Animation Station (car)
Graphic Station (phone, eyes, day/night line)
Text last updated: April 3, 1998. Pictures added April 5, 1998.
I'm back at school, so e-mail me at the usual address below. Especially if you sent me one at the other address on Wednesday or Thursday.
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