Thursday, February 1, 2001. 12:16.
Confusion and boredom are about on the campus of Kean University. You see, I thought I was gonna go to this party tonight, cause me and my roommate read the flyer as bein for everyone, cause the sign says "General Admission = $5.00" so we guessed that means anyone can go. But then I get an email sayin I can't go cause it's only for Greeks. You know I thought I moved past this bullshit when I left UCF. My frat boy roommate had me party with him a few times. Who knows. It's so fucking boring and lonely here sometimes I wanna just blow up at someone to release the build up. As it is all I do for fun is play Nintendo on the TV, and if I'm really lucky my roommate my join in. Oooooh, what fun! So yeah, I'm counting down till I go back to Cuba and get to be with my dog and my kids. Like I said, I'm not here to have fun, I'm just here for the degree. Fun does not exist here. At the moment. I can't speak for four weeks from now, but it will be intersting to see where I am.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Tuesday, Februrary 6, 2001. 23:25.
Still boring as piss at Kean University. Could I possibly stress that enough? Probably not. The most exciting thing I might do tonight is trim my fingernails. Or play Nintendo. This Thursday I will be taking my first test to get myself into the Naval Officer program. I hear it's a pretty easy test and I should have no problem with it other than actually getting to Philadelphia to take it. I have absolutely nothing goin on that's fun until No Way Out on the 25th. And that starts my last week of class before spring break. And what do I have planned for spring break? Two things, Jack and Shit. Wish I could have a visitor or somethin, (hint hint Jessie) but I guess I'll hafta settle for 12 days of John's house. Oh wait I just remembered that I can probably see Saving Silverman this weekend. And I did have a wild weekend last weekend. I went to Atlantic City and hit this club called Studio Six, which really wasn't my kind of club...if you know what I mean. But I had a few hours of fun when girls finally showed up 2 hours after we got there. So we'll see where I go from there.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Wednesday, February 14, 2001. 21:53
Come on, you had to know I would have written something on this day. Where the fuck do I begin? I dunno, how about the fact that I'm the only single roommate in my apartment? That's gotta be fun. As I write this from the computer lab, Rodney is in the room with his girlfriend, as is Randy, and I haven't seen Chris all day but he's had a virtual harem of women knockin on his door. So here I sit, a little bitter, the evil meter rising up a tad. Got a full day of schoolwork tomorrow, four classes, and the boring philosophy class. Then my first weekend staying up here on campus. So we'll see what that entails. The navy test went well, I passed everything, but they told me some things I wasn't to keen on and now I'm in a state of confusion as to where to go from here. Back to how much I hate valentine's day. I really hate the shit out of it. Not as much as I hated being in the hospital, but it still sucks. And there's no friendlies online right now, which sucks even more. I can only take a bit more of useless internet surfing before I get really bored. Oh well. Here was my v-day entry, just as bad as years before.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Monday, February 26, 2001. 19:10.
It's been six days since it happened. So I guess I can talk about it now. Last Tuesday, my dad had a heart attack. He was in Cuba when it happened and he had to be flown to a hospital in Miami so that they could take care of him. They did some tests and put two stents in to clear the flow of the arteries. He will be released from the hospital tomorrow and will be out of work for about four weeks. He'll be ok. I got a message to call my grandmother after I got back to my room from my class Tuesday night. I did and that's when she told me. I guess I was in shock at first. Considering that I had seen him online just a few hours earlier. I picked up my jacket and went to my car and started calling people. I called whoever I could to talk to someone about what I was going through. The thing was, I had no luck in finding everyone. People were either out or busy with stuff. Can't describe how bad it is to need to talk to someone in the worst way and then strike out. You basically go into some kind of rage and and begin to wonder what the hell kind of life you're in. For people who always have friends and people around them, they usually want to be alone in times like this. But for people like me who are always alone anyway, I needed some kind of contact. I ended up drowning my emotions in booze and dealt with reality the next day. Everybody handles trauma differently I guess. Nights later I got to reflect on what I went through sitting in that car. I realized how alone I was up here and in general. I wondered if that was going to be the case forever and this was my place in life. It's not something I'm too comfortable with. Most likely this realization will affect who I am and what I do.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.

Thursday, March 8, 2001. 16:22.
Here I sit right in the middle of my spring break. I haven't really done much with it as I predicted. I went out last Friday night to a bar in Cherry Hill and I'm supposed to be goin out tonight. I should probably work on my Con. Law paper but I don't really feel like it. On April 3 I have to go to the rotting cespool of New York City, so wish me luck there. I'm pretty stoked for the month of April, when lots of other stuff will occur. Other than the New York thing, there's Wrestlemania on April 1, Easter on the 15th and my birthday on the something or other. Another year, another birthday, another time when I make an entry stating how much of nothing happens on my birthday. Check out previous entries to see what I mean. Not too much goin on in the movie world. Not much has come out. I nevr got to see Hannibal. But I wanna see that movie Tomcats with Jerry O'Connell and Freddy Got Fingered with Tom Green. In other news, my dad is back in Cuba, making a full recovery and should be back in work next week. I still haven't recovered from that shock. I guess that might take a bit more time. Still very weird. I'm really looking forward to goin back to Cuba in 9 weeks or so. Seems like just yesterday I was doin New Years stuff at the Windjammer.
Didn't mean to bother anyone with this, just had to get that off my chest.