I bet you five you're not alive

Tuesday, January 29th, 2002

You know, its' really hard to write up an entry when you don't actually do anything all day. Well, anything fun.

History this morning. We're covering Hegel. Bore-tastic, let me tell you. I don't think I've ever yawned that much in my life. Then, getting on the elevator, one of the girls from my class says "That was fascinating!" No! No it wasn't! It sucked! It sucked mighty! You're an idiot!

Then I went back to my room and checked my mail. And had a ten minute nap. And brushed my teeth.

Philosophy, I worked on a letter to Caity. I should send it off. But I need to finish it first. Damn. Then I went to Film with Chel and sat near the front. Our Prof is really creepy-looking from up close. Yeek. Then she dragged me to ResExpress and I bought gingerale. "She" Chelsea, not "she" the Prof. Hee. And now I'm here. Hm.

Last night, I was out until 11 at a Film screening. Tonight, I might be out even later. Do I want to go again tonight? I don't know. I don't know. If I did, I'd have notes enough to be able to chose which essay I want to do, but if I don't I can sleep, or get some readings done. Oh, such a dilemma.

I've been alternating between two albums lately. The White Stripes' White Blood Cells and Belle and Sebastian's If You're Feeling Sinister. Both of which I ripped off of Ni. Damn you, Ni! Daaaaamn you! I can't listen to anything else now. It's unnerving. I turn on a different CD, and I'm just like, this sucks! It's horrible. It's crippling. It's unnatural. It's actually kind of nice, though.

I think I need to read something now. Something not of the internet variety. Something like Austen. Yick, but necessary. So.