My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?

In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows

Her husband, was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found

- nirvana, mtv unplugged

see.

it's not that i hate being an english major. most of my problem is that i don't feel very motivated or stimulated. basically, i'm bored. after looking into my options i now see that i don't want to completely desert it despite this.

mainly, it's because i don't want to do without my media classes. they are the classes i truly, truly enjoy. unfortunately my school doesn't offer it as a minor, and well - i want my pop culture and other stuff.

therefore, the solution seems to be adding a minor. and sociology is the one that pops out at me the most. i figure if i can mix up the classes that bore me (english) with classes that i do find interesting, like the mass media and sociology classes, then all will be well in jennieland.

so. sociology it is. i think. hehehe.

i suppose it's the little things that get to you in the end.

i'm an evil mean poohead. i'm just not fit to live with anybody at all. i really, really feel like the most evil person in the world, but i just can't help it.

see.

my roommate is so nice and kind, and he has no problem doing things i ask him to, yet i can't help but get annoyed at the most minor things. it's even worse when i know that even if he has annoying things (everybody does), i'm ten times worse, and i still can't stop being annoyed.

i keep wondering what habits i have that must secretly drive him crazy too. perhaps that i'm moody. or don't wash the dishes right after i eat. or the way i tend to hog the tv. or maybe it's my habit of hoarding things by my side of the couch, and how my cd player is always in the livingroom and how i will be playing music there at any given moment.

i don't know if it's just me, but isn't it easy to get annoyed by the smallest thing too, AND not even try and do anything about it, like mention it to the person? i guess i'm just a coward. or maybe i'm just a nasty person who is never happy.

still. the phone should be in it's placeholder to recharge and not sit permanently in my roommates room, and the bathroom sink really shouldn't always have most of it's surface covered in thick water puddles at any given time o'day, my video tapes should not repeatedly get accidently taped over, and the phone should NOT be ringing before 7 am. you know?

i know. bitch bitch bitch. still.*

i updated the jukebox! the new batch of songs i like that i wanna spread around to people consist of, tori, nirvana (above song), nina hagen and ani difranco (and i'm keeping the 'christopher robin sells his soul' song permantently, i think. it's too funny to delete.) - hope you hear something you like. i know i do. :)

* on the other hand, he does do really, really nice things, like pick me up downtown when i've missed the last bus home and it's raining and i'm cold and can't walk home. i'm just.. being a bitch.