October 29, 2001

Sweet mother of Bob, I need a vacation.  Preferably somewhere where i can blend in and disappear.  London seems like a plan, anyone want to send enough money to go?  Mom?  Dad?  Yes, my parents are in the Carribean right now, probaly having a great buffet or something as type this.  *sigh*       I still have to go get a wig for my costume.  I'll be the only one wearing a costume but so what, I've always wanted to be Scully.  Also, I've been eating Pez all evening, just saying.       I had two tests today, I also had two classes, you figure it out.  I think that I did reasonably well on them.  My Sociology exam wasn't as freakishly hard as before, and my essay will definatly not get me sent to therapy.  So that's good I guess.      I got a paper this morning, Kathrine Harris was on the front page.  The over-madeup, Michael Jackson-ish face of the evil, is not something I need to see before I've had any sugar or caffine.  I suspect I'm going to have nightmeres about Kathrine Harris tonight.  I thought that after the election I had gotten rid of that ghost.  Plus as I'm sitting eatting my breakfast (yes, it was dounuts), I hear this "CHARLENE!, CHARLENE, WHERE THE SMOKES?" Such a lovely start to the morning, and the yeller and the yell-e were both employees.  Then I got to go take a math test.       I re-adjusted my side of the room yesterday.  Now my mattress is under the bed, screened off this kind of sham thing that came in the 'Bed-in-the-Bag'.  I'm going to turn the top of the bed into a study surface, since the computer takes up the entire desk.  Also how cool is the phrase, 'Bed-in-the-Bag'.  I had tons of dust-bunnies, or as I'm now calling it in my effort to bring back 18th century Canadian phrases, slut's wool, under my bed.  I need to use more arachic phrases, they're so much fun.  Maybe it will be more sucessful then my effort to introduce the phrase "Colder then Purgatory" (the opposite of 'Hotter then Hell').      So yeah, that's really it, I'm out of Pez.