"Maybe I'm a bit cynical about this but if a politician told me the sky was blue, I would have to go outside to check for myself before I'd believe them." -Renee(Not really appropriate today, but that's just how I feel too!)"Do I feel betrayed by the President? No. Do I think he should be impeached? No. Do I particularly care if he lied under oath? No. Honestly, it's what I expect from the leader of the country. 70% of American men cheat on their wives... isn't the President supposed to represent the country? I guess he does, better than we wanted him to." -Meghan
I'm going to start out this entry by playing catchup with y'all. I've bookmarked several sites/quotes that I wanted to show you, but haven't done. It's Saturday, no one's here, it's raining (aaaaargh), what the hell.
First, I found the perfect web ring for me- unfortunately, it didn't work when I tried to sign up for it. But I downloaded the graphic, and plan to use it liberally. And I just thought you should see this page.
Just remember, folks- 
11:30 p.m. It was EVAN that e-mailed, not Kiwini. (Reset to p.o.'ed mood in that area. Glad to hear from Evan though, I didn't think I'd hear from him) Mom read it to me- lots of stuff about how expensive food is, bills are, etc. -in other words, confirming all the parents' fears- the rest was about how he redid the Volvo. He said he didn't know if I'd get it or not, not knowing if I was here or home. Hmmm. Oh well, will e-mail him tomorrow.
I guess I'm still right.
This page does something that I've been considering doing here for quite awhile. And the way things are going lately with me (more on that later), it may just be appropriate. Anyway, here ya go: More Useless Info.
I loathe recommendation letters, and Salon proves that I am right, they are pointless, inflated, and stupid.
So, on to today:
After going on and on on the Outlet about all my male problems (I'm not gonna bookmark the posts, if you wanna see 'em, go to the site and look for anything marked "self-melodrama") and my board, I had to call Mom this morning to tell her what stuff to pick up for me. I mentioned the whole lookalike thing to her, saying, as I've said in the other places, "Isn't this wrong? Even if I'm over The Moron and don't treat the RA (I didn't mention the name to her) the same, won't it somehow go to hell because he looks like you-know-who?"
Surprisingly, she thought it would be okay. She didn't even have a problem with my messing with two guys (something I really think would be troublesome). That just kinda flabbergasts me.
I've never dated two guys I liked at the same time (dated two at the same time, but the second was dumped pretty fast). And sure, I know that GUYS do it all the time, and there isn't any reason a girl can't, but it's not exactly nice to do to the guys. If a guy were seeing me and someone else at the same time I wouldn't like it. I know you don't tell . . . but sooner or later you either dump or cheat. I don't think it's a good situation, I really don't.
As for the Kiwini problem, I got some advice that I really liked- " Make it easier for him to approach and apologize, but DON'T initiate at this point. He knows he messed up, let HIM fix it." Works for me.
Oh, and I'm back to reading Luann again. I've got more on this in the travel diary (you'll see- I got to read a few papers there), but I am very pleased with the latest developments in it- Luann has developed a new crush on the new student, Miguel, and it might be mutual. I'm so happy for her. And I LOVED this cartoon (more on that in the travel diary too).
I read this cartoon today and felt quite happy.
Luann's doing her diary again:
"Dear Diary: Three amazing things happened this week! First, Gunther gave me an incredible necklace that he made. Second, I think something's happening with me and Miguel, the gorgeous student from Spain. And third, Aaron Hill told me he thought about me all summer- AND I DIDN'T CARE!!! A new necklace. A new love. A new attitude."
Well, let's see, what have I got?
A new necklace. Several of 'em. Two new lusts. The attitude kinda went to hell though. Unfortunately, my lusts are rather complicated and troublesome. (Sigh . . . )
10:25 p.m. The parents came by around three to drop off all the forgotten stuff. And this is when I find out that Kiwini e-mailed me on the 14th. (I didn't get to check the house e-mail when I was home after Hawaii) Dad waits to tell Mom until they're on the road that they got an e-mail from "Kevin." Who the hell's Kevin? He got the name wrong. All he remembered was that it was short and he was going on about moving and how expensive apartments were. I told Mom to forward it to me, but I know she won't do it (she can't figure that out), she said when they get home tonight she'll read it to me. Whatever.
Note to self: Go on boards and admit that it was a false alarm.
Dad was a perfect asshole tonight, just perfect. He screamed all the time (I'm so glad the place is empty), and started poking me and yelling that he was going to hit me if I yelled again. Later he threatened to whack Mom with his cane, waving it in the air on the sidewalk. My God.
Oh, forgot to mention that our happy lil' crew (just after one of Dad's rages too) ran into Jensen downstairs this afternoon while going to dinner. God, that was embarrassing. I tried to hide behind 'em, but that didn't work too well. He said hi. By that time I had kinda forgotten what he looked like- damn, cute.
I'm very worried about myself.
I think I'll wait to put this entry up until after Mom calls. I don't know when I'll get to write anything up tomorrow, with everyone moving in . . . well, we'll see. It's pathetic that I'm actually looking forward to the "community meetings" tomorrow and Monday (in this case community translates into third floor south end), which are usually pretty dull and stupid, just because I'll have an excuse to sit there and stare at Jensen.
Stop it, Rutherford, just stop it. You've already got one fish on the line, and he doesn't resemble any previous fish or live around you. Stop it stop it stop it.
Just remember folks-
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