i vowed to get to the library around 11 am and spend the next 11 hrs of its open hours to complete all the papers and little assignments i haven't done all semester so i could turn them in tomorrow and not fail things. maury ("8'year olds who dress too sexy" - a bunch of under-10 girls in clown makeup were being sent to bootcamp), sally (a bunch of annoying, bratty teenagers were being sent to bootcamp..), and rosie (who sent nobody to bootcamp) later i find myself sloooowly walking to town... a lunch (cereal, then veggy chili + salad) later i finally find myself at the library at 4.30 p.m. and now it's 8.10 p.m. and i have yet to get off my fucking ass and actually DO something, like, oh, i don't know, find some BOOKS relevant to my topics? i can't explain why i do this. i can't explain how i can sit in a library, at a computer, and not do a single thing for 3,5 hrs towards my actual goal. i read some online journals. i read some news. i got an e-mail from ninnie and replied (even though i'm having a hard time doing e-mail atm - sorry). i even got up to call and see if gene was home (he wasn't). bleeeeeeeeeergh. and why the fuck did i think painting my nails pink would be a good idea? um. um. okay. i'm going to make a last attempt at going upstairs and find some books. sorry for making you think there was an actual entry here. morrow.

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