men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses
what a day, what a day
10.22.2003
9:23 p.m.

so today was the day from hell...

see I have a vagina. This must be a fault on my part because I am reminded of it everyday in Comp Sci.. even when he's complimenting me(or attempting to my teacher is a condscending prick) today I wasn't wearing a skirt. I don't usually wear them but I have been and he commented on it. Today I was in jeans and apparently this was wrong of me because as I was leaving he turned to me and said "why aren't you wearing a skirt for me today Jones?" that and I'm behind in that class because I missed two days so I had to break down and ask him to explain Nested Loop structures to me, they're actually really easy but I wasn't here for the lesson so I was confused. I never ask that man questions, or at least I avoid it at all costs. this was my second question of the year. I really don't think I could handle "stupid girl" jokes ever again I might snap and clock someone...or at least give them a verbal beating.

I failed a practical in Anatomy...yes a C is failing. I studied too, but I just blanked when it mattered.

When I was walking down the hallway a freshman "fell" into me. I think he was a freshman because he was boob height. He ran into me and planted his hands on my breasts...which I think are bigger.

my feet are killing me. they're are blistered. They're bleeding, It's worse than G&D and that killed my feet.

and I didnt do well on the dance, people said I did but i don't believe them.

I'm stuffing my face full of Burger King right now becasause thats how I react to days like this... Tomorrow I won't eat much at all because thats how I react to reactions like this..

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Song De Jour:

She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run

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