Right now, things don't look so good on the job front...that lab tech job didn't happen, same with Sam Goody...couple of the other jobs are supposed to call me back about setting up an interview at least...fuck and I was joking when I said I hoped McDonalds at least took me...now I'm series about wanting that job. fuck.

Mom called last night--all is well with them. Dad just left for Minneapolis again, stuff for work. My sister called the night before and we talked for a while--she's worried abou me and my finances--everyone is really...including me. But that's life. I told Justine things would work out, and "don't you fret".

I was rummaging through Liz's closet yesterday. I felt terrible doing it, but I wanted to make sure she wasn't growing pot there...she'd told me of her intent to do so last semester--I did my best to sway her away...I just know she is the *wrong* kind of person to be growing/dealing...anyway, I didn't see anything so that was good. I did happen to notice her vibrator sitting there, plugged, resting on her bed frame...weirded me out for a second...just kind of an odd thought to realize she had/used one. I mean, she's human and all--I don't begrudge her the right or anything...it's just one of those small little details that make shacking up with a woman, not in any lovey/dovey way, strange. We've hardly talked the past few days, and I think it's straining on her--she's mentioned how reclusive her last roomate was, and I guess I'm getting that way too. It's just that, as of late, I've been busy. I've been essentially reading half a book a day, or more...just cramming it all in there ya know? Make's me feel like my mom....everytime I see her she's got a new book in hand--she goes through books like I go through milk...I admire her for that, even if it's pulpy mass marketed books--still a book.

These past couple of days I've been forcing myself to get up earlier, to accustome myself for school now. The other night I got in bed about 11:30PM...didn't actually fall asleep until 3AM. I eventually just realized laying in bed wasn' t gonna tire me out enough so I got up, putzed around the cage, etc.

Now, putzing around the apartment at 2AM, you'd think I'd find something fun to do--read or write or something, right?? Well, no, it was one of those, my body is tired as all fuck, but my brains keeps twitching, kind of restlessnesses--do want ot use eitehr brain or body, but forced to deal with both....shit...I fucking **hate** those--and it's happened to me a lot...anyway--I was up till 2AM thisi morning, finishing off another book--but I roused myself outta bed about an hour ago (at 10AM) so I'm getting better. I gotta go over to Greg's and get the next book in that Thomas Covenant series.
With that in mind, I'm gonna go shit/shower/shave and then leave.

Today was actually worth waking up for. Isn't that a warm, fuzzy, comfortable thought. I ran into greg adn Steve as they were leaving for a costal hike--I tagged along..it's been raining and was an excellent oppurtunity to get out whiel the sun shined a bit...some incredible fucking coastal coves up here on the Pacific Northwest....just incredible...blowholes and caverns and salt spray oh my! Then there was the forests and chapparral half paths we went romping through...so gorgeous.

I got home after hanging ou at Greg;s for a bit--that's when the fucker hit me--just full brain pressure at once. yuck. I did some work in claris drawing--makign a dat caseliner template...no shareware programs to do that for mac--most shitty...those 2.5 by 4 inch liners...
But now I have a template to pull up off disk and print at school...going on campus tommorrow to get the last of my books, pick up a couple "petition to substitute grade" forms, and then I'll cruise the web on campus--where I can actually view pictures and such...
Greg redesigned his TOOLian Societypages and I'm looking forward to pulling up all those images...he was saying he crunched some really cool ones down to look like just normal dots...showed me a couple of the expanded views--very cool.

I actually didn't read a single journal entry last night--very unusual for me these past few days. Had to go through and catch up on a few ppl--took a while, not as bad as coming back from xmas vacation though--what with those 2 weeks to catch up on.

Sarah plugged her daily reads on her journal today. I made the cut...yay me. I have at the very least one faithfull fan
"We're faithfull...We all believe...We all believe..."PJ
She described me best as a "rabid pearl jam fan" and "struggling student."...yeah for me.
And it seems as if I've been plugging her journal a lot lately, but I'll do it again since I mentioned it:
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Haven't even touched my story since yesterday afternoon...but I've been thinking about it a lot...I just don't wanna fuck this one up--right now there are three versions sitting on my desktop, the main one associated with claris works--the one I'll be working on, a simpletest backup, and then a backup of the simpletest backup...I feel that good about this one. That's a lovely thing considering I haven't written any decent fiction since "Jobe"--about what a year and a half ago? Fuck could it really have been that long ago I wrote that? damn, how times flies.
SO many stories, so many concepts...so much to write, so much to read, so much to be...

Some of the other journalists have been "inspired" by Renee (url=?) and doing "I am/ I do/ I believe? I etc." list's...Not saying it's trite, but I've done too many of those things...just doesn't fit here in this journal...if you want something like that, these are those type of ramblings here

And I fully realized how worthless and uninteresting this journal has been in the past couple of days. Sometimes real life just doesn't translate well to the screen. so sorry. Obviously, Vonnegut I'm not.