Go With It Girl

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2008-04-24T15:44:24Z

JESUS SHIT WHAT THE FUCK

http://hackedgadgets.com/2007/04/28/computer-mouse-using-a-dead-mouse/

Well..

2008-03-21T02:18:37Z

HAPPY FIRST DAY OF SPRING, VTC!!

...YOU SON OF A BITCH >:(

Why Am I Still Awake?

2008-03-01T10:33:57Z

I'm glad for having good friends that make me happy.
I've certainly been in need of them this week.
I realize I'm incredible fickle when it comes to making up my mind about things.
I try to adhere to my personal philosophies* that will benefit me in the end.
But sometimes they dissolve when I begin thinking about everything that I wish was mine, but is in fact another person's.
I just wish I felt better about it.

This weekend will not be a fun time, as I have a total 5 overdue labs that I need to complete, as well as a failed test that I need to figure out what the hell went wrong with.
At least the weekend started out well, and in good company.
Also, my YAC order finally came, so I will get right to that when I finish my work.

I am excited that I will perhaps go to Boston for spring break and spend some time at Berklee with Greg.
I haven't seen him in a while, and am surely in need of a Greg-fix.
He's one of those people that I don't think I will ever stop being friends with, no matter how far apart we live, or how rarely we talk.
He is my anchor. He reminds me things are okay, even when I am positive they are not.

...It's 5:30 in the morning.
The theme song for Astro Boy just started playing, and I'm about to shit myself out of glee.
Who knew this was still on TV? It's even the old black and white version.
I am going to watch it and then go to bed. Finally.

*As silly as it may sound...my words to live by extend no further than R. Crumb's "Keep On Truckin'". IMO, it's the best advice that could ever be offered.

Poor Slob Without A Name.

2008-02-27T00:54:04Z

I watched Breakfast At Tiffany's today. I can't tell you how many times I've watched that movie, but it's a lot.
I've never before found myself a sobbing mess by the end though.
Damn you, George Peppard.

Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

Hm.

2008-02-24T17:33:36Z

Ever since I've gotten back from Michigan...and even when I was there...I've had a strange feeling. Kind of like there's something huge I'm keeping in, and it wants to be let out. It's a little overwhelming at times, and I don't know what to do about it or even if there's anything that can be done.
I know what would happen in the ideal situation. I know that's not the case. I got tattooed to remind me to be wary.
When I'm alone I want to cry, but I can't. The release would be nice I guess.

Sorry for being vague and blabbery. I'm pretty stupid at this.

Ho Hum.

2008-02-23T00:18:04Z

Bored and waiting for my fourth and final load of laundry to finish.
Lonely, but I'll be going out later, so it's alright.
Visiting Amanda and David in their new apartment tomorrow.
This morning my neighbor slipped on some ice and broke her ankle.
She called my house and I had to run out in my jim-jams to help her, and my dad drove her to the hospital.
She likes me now.
I'm seriously considering taking up Lauren's offer to live in her Burlington apartment for the summer.
I'd love to work and live in Burlington.
I have friends there, and I would not be living at my house.
I like my house.
But I don't like to live in it when my parents are living in it.
And I don't want it to get sold.
I'm almost done reading all the Spiderman comics.
Still haven't done all the homework I'm supposed to.
I'm okay with that.

Ain't No Sunshine...

2008-02-22T02:42:44Z

Eeeep!
So, I am back in the White River Junction after an awesome skip to Michigan.
I was ridiculously excited and pretty much had the jitters the entire way there. Also, the trip was smooth and nice, and I got there in one piece with no flat tires, or lost luggage, or anything that that could possibly go wrong (except for my flight getting delayed about twenty minutes...no big deal).

I VISITED SCOTTTTTTTT.

We ate lots of pizza and crap-cereal while watching lots of Golden Girls and playing lots of guitar. There was a lot of Cena propaganda involved as well.
I heart Kalamazoo. And Olive Garden. And Scott. And cuddles.
I had sad dreams, so I memorized his bedroom ceiling.
The time was real good, and tried to not think about having to leave...which was hard, and I did anyway.
I miss it all already.
Maybe I'll be back in a year.
One can only hope.
It's something to curl up and remember.

The trip back was not as smooth as I could have hoped, in all honesty...but I suppose I brought it upon myself, as I planned on sort of winging it.

The Version I'd Tell My Grandmother:
It was long, but I got back safely, so I can't complain.

The Long-Drawn-Out Version In Which I Do Complain:
Well, I suppose it started around 11 on Wednesday, when Scott brought me to the Greyhound station and sat with me for a while. It was real sad. I don't do well knowing that I'm not going to see people, especially important ones, for a long time. When he left I watched him walk all the way across the train tracks until I couldn't see him anymore, and immediately flipped open the book of Spiderman comics he left me with and absorbed myself in it. The greyhound was supposed to leave at 11:20, but it didn't even arrive until after 12:00, I got on and it left shortly after. Back up I-94. Battle Creek looked nice in the daylight. I read more comics, until we got to Wayne, which is pretty boring-looking.
I suppose things started getting a little interesting just about then, though. Drove up and up to Detroit. Evidently missed an exit or something, because the driver pulled a U-turn on the fucking interstate and got the bus pulled over. Cop came on and yelled at the driver. I dunno if he got a ticket or not. He got off an exit and drove us through all different parts of the city (mostly scary-looking). And after plenty of that, and with help from a passenger who gave the driver directions, we finally got to the station at around 4:30 (I was feeling pretty shitty from lack of food. If I had been smart, I would have gotten something to eat before I'd gotten on the bus, but I neglected to remember that once I boarded, I wouldn't get to eat anything until I got to Detroit or the airport. But I am silly.).
This was pretty much the part that I was most scared about, since I had to somehow find a way to get from the greyhound station to the airport, 20-some miles away. Everything/one looked kind of sketchy, so I figured my best bet was to pray to Meijer that I didn't end up dead, and find the passenger that had been giving the driver directions. I caught up with him outside and he told me that I should take a series of buses(cheap, but complicated) or a taxi(expensive but will get me there). A big ol' black guy standing near us perked up when he heard that."YO NEED UH TEAXI RAHD??" he yelled, and grabbed my suitcase and started walking down the street. He threw my stuff into his taxi and held the door for me...so I figured I didn't have much of a choice. 20 minutes and 65 dollars later,
"HEY GAW-JUSS, WEH YOU FLAYEN TUH?"
"Vermont."
"VERMONT? WEH'S DAT?"
"Sorry?"
"VERMONT...DAT IN DUH UNAH-TED STATES?"
"Oh...yea, it's a state. Near the East coast."
"OH, UH-KAY"
So, he drops me off at the airport. Doing the whole checking in and going through security wasn't too bad. I got to go back through a swirling-hallway-vortex-of-doom that they have in the airport (I freaked out about it the first time I went through it while on the phone with Scott upon arriving on Saturday.) It's seriously crazy....with alien music and everything.
I got a bagel at the first food-place I saw and ate it faster than I've ever eaten anything ever. Then got a soda to keep me awake and read more Spiderman until my flight at 9:00. Read more Spiderman. Landed in B-ton and got picked up by Lauren. I've been home-sick for UVM for a while, so It was real nice to get to spend a night on campus. Even Nick was there right when I walked in just like old times hehehe. I missed them all a lot.
I passed out on the couch for a couple hours (made me sad to roll over and have no one there), and watched the sunrise from the balcony. It sure was purdy. Then my dad came and got me this afternoon and drove me home. It was a good time, but I'm sick of my house already. Bleh.

Don't read that unless you want to hear me recount it play-by-play until I'm blue in the face.

So now I'm back. My suitcase and it's contents still smells like the apartment, and it makes me reluctant to do my laundry. Airport security definitely saw my pink-polka-dot undies when they inspected my suitcase. I have to lug a bass-cab around tomorrow. I haven't showered in two days.

I made myself useful by camwhoring while Scott was in class.

Scott models this epic belt.

About to enter the swirling-hallway-vortex-of-doom

INSIDE OF IT!

Good morning, Burlington :)

Good morning, MOUNTAINS

I drew this in the suite when Zach and I visited months ago. It's still there ^.^

-Boo:(-

2006-10-27T13:49:27Z

My fish died.

:'(

RIP Guystrong McManstein

You were a super awesome fish. I hope there is a fishy heaven.

:'(

-Rebirth!-

2006-10-09T19:12:01Z

Wowie...so....on the way home this weekend, my ipod (photo) stopped working. It was doing some wierd thing where it would go through songs as if it were playing, but it wasnt playing anything, just skipping through songs. Then it froze. I was pretty sad. I didn't really know what to do, so I reset it, and it seemed to work fine (no more freezing), but all the music was erased (but the pictures on the photo part were still there..?), so i couldn't know if it was all better. When I got back to school and attempted fixing it, all I could get was the reboot apple, and the sad ipod icon, and nothing on apple support was working...so I searched further and found this:

http://pixelicious.co.uk/article/195/a-fix-for-the-sad-ipod-icon-problem

Nothing else was working so, i figured "what the hell?"...so i hit it against the palm of my hand...and it worked! All the music was fully restored and everything..and the songs play just right. Yaaay :)

If you know me at all...you can probably tell that i'm proud that I actually fixed something by hitting it. That is a pretty rare occurence.

ylno_yaw_eno @ 2006-09-19T03:44:00

2006-09-19T07:43:09Z

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-Dream..-

2006-09-12T12:16:48Z

Wow...
Of all the weird dreams I've ever said I've had, or complained of...I think this dream officially tops everything. It was fucking weird, stressful, and I woke up so tense and upset. I suppose I'll attempt at explaining it...but we all know I'm terrible at it. It won't come out nearly as real as it felt. Or whatever.

So...it started out with me being in Boston by myself. In all senses, it wasn't Boston at all, but in my dream it was, we all know how that is. I wasn't in the city part. I was standing on the edge of a highway with no traffic, and with barriers that were crumbing, and re-routed traffic on the other side, which was pretty sparse. Before me, there was an awful scene of what just sort of looked like mashed up and spread-out meat and a couple of young teenagers clothes and shoes lying on the pavement. I was just sort of looking at it when I was approached by a boy that was about thirteen. He told me that he and his two friends had been skateboarding in the highway, and that what appeared to be meat in the highway was the unrecognizable pulp of his friends. He told me that I was the first to have come by here, so I had to help him. Eventually a couple other people came by and left. For some reason, whenever people came by to talk to the boy, they had to crouch behind the barrier of the highway. For some reason, no one here wanted to be seen by people driving by. Somehow we got a cop to come by and talk to the kid and myself. When the kid was describing what had happened he kept changing the story from accident, to murder, and then told me that it had been the cop all along that had murdered his friends. The cop and I didn't believe him, and put up signs around the scene that said something about asking for information on the murder. Then I rode the train into Boston. I was looking for Matt, and kept calling him on his cell phone, but he wouldnt answer. I guess we were supposed to meet somewhere and he was late. I realized I was waiting for him in the wrong spot, and got on another train and went somewhere else. I didn't go up to ground level when I got off, but rather just stayed underground, expecting him to find me there. After a few more calls I got on another train again to relocate myself once more. On this train there was someone I knew (I don't remember who) already there, and I started talking to them. I called Matt a couple more times from the train, but he wouldn't pick up still. I got off at a different stop, and began going up the stairs to ground level, when I realized that I had left my phone and my wallet on the train. I asked people for help about how I could get back to the one I'd left my things on, and they told me I could get on a different train to somewhere else and I might intercept it. I did what they told me, with the intentions of coming back to where I was before, but immediately after stepping off the train I forgot the name of the place where I had come from. I asked someone else if they had heard about the murder and if so, if they could direct me to the train that would take me closest to there. When they did that, and I got on this train, I forgot the name of the place where I had just been, although I was trying very hard to remember so I wouldn't get even more lost than I was. I managed to run into a dozen or so people I recognized from home in real life, and they all helped me get places, and get food, but all I cared about was finding Matt. I figured he must have been so angry with me for not picking up my phone, and I felt so stupid for having left it on that train. I repeated the sequence of getting on a train and forgetting where I was before a lot more times. I eventually got so lost and confused, I had no hope of ever finding my phone, or where Matt was, and I had no way to reach him. Someone even told me I had traveled all the way to New York, and when I tried to catch the same train I was on that brought me there, I forgot which one to take before it ever returned to the station.

Thats pretty much how it ended. I woke up because of the trucks making their truck-noise outside of my window, as usual. I tried to catch Matt on aim because I knew he'd be on for a tiny bit this morning, but I missed him by a little...as usual. But yea. Thats it. I guess I wanted to write that down before I forgot. I don't know why I wrote it here.

-gkf-

2006-09-05T03:44:58Z

So yeh...

Back at school. I'm in a single this year. I like my room.

Matt came to visit today. He came up last week with my parents when I moved in, and was awesomely helpful. We saw Bob Saget do his little routine-majig. I liked it. We went shopping. I got a betta fish. I like him a lot. We also wrote a paper together. I hope it gets a good grade. I do lots of homework and its boring. I have three psych classes on the same day and it's not fun. All the reading is similar enough to ask "why bother", but deviant enough to worry about missing something. I also have statistics and music theory. I like college sometimes. I am unhappy.

This is my fishy: Guystrong McManstein

His house cost 50 cents at secva.

He is blue and red.

Pictures of my human storage unit (its a lot smaller than it looks...even if it looks small):

Entertainment, food, guitar, and (some of) Big Pink Bunny.

Oh boy, its a desk.

Sleep and sex.

Clothing, storage, and ducks.

Lonelyyy

2006-07-21T01:43:50Z

Just so you know...

Don't need no teef to eat my beef.

Mmm.

You know...I just don't know.

Yes...I would still love you if you looked like this. We'd just kiss different.

Bandana of Doom, y'all.

Oogachaka.

I'm glad you're not a snoot.

Hehee.

Rawr!

Bloop bleep bloop?

Matt's elbow-butt.

My elbow-butt.

Sing!

We're both supposed to be in the picture. I can't aim.

Woe is Matt.

Bleeeeeeh.

Individual results may vary.

I need one of these.

Yep...:)

-Hm-

2006-07-20T23:29:14Z

Yea...I'm wicked bored.

What's your inner power? (Girls only sorry. Beautiful anime pictures, lengthy results)

Empathy- Your inner power is Empathy! This means that you have a talent for identifying others emotions, often by simply glancing at them. You are EXTREMELY shy and quiet. People sometimes dont notice youre around and seem surprised to find out you even exist in a big class. Youre the often silent, goody two shoes, and few get passed the walls youve built up to stop yourself being hurt, as you no doubt have been in the past. Not everyone understands you, in fact some think that youre a snob or worse because you rarely participate in group activities. Youre extremely sensitive, even the least harsh of words can hurt you. Only your very few, closest friends who have earned your hard-to-get trust know who you really are inside; a sweet, gentle young woman who is lonely and so desperately needing friends to support you. You can get very depressed and not always know why, despite your power of empathy, as it seems to only work for people outside you. Your friends always turn to you when they need advice or comforting, and in some way you need to give that helpit makes you feel better in return to know that youve helped out your friends. Despite your cold, impassive exterior and high, seemingly unbreachable walls, inside you are really a great, intelligent person, full of compassion and love, if only people would dare take a chance and try to get through your tough shell. Never let others get you down, or change you. You are very special the way you areeven if you dont have fifty thousand friends, you are just as, if not more extraordinary than everyone else. Reach for the stars, because I dont doubt youll catch hold of them. Boy/Girl who will sweep you off your feet: A sweet, shy and romantic man/woman. The kind of guy/woman you know will never, ever hurt you, and will love you for ever. The kind of person who believes in true love, and soul mates. Your stone: Blue Topaz Your power: Healing. Emotionally, physically, or spiritually, you heal people with your words, your actions and presence. Youre the one that the little children are always drawn to, because they know youll never let anything hurt them. Your element: Clairvoyance (The power to see objects or events that cannot be perceived by the normal five senses.) A quote that applies to you: "True beauty shines from the soul and warms the world with its kindness, compassion , and integrity."
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-Huh-

2006-07-18T04:36:43Z

I got carded for the first time ever today.

Why?

I bought Resident Evil - Deadly Silence.

Way better than cigs.

-Yay-

2006-07-11T04:46:40Z

Today I had a good day :).
I've been having good days for the most part lately.
That is good.

I got to sleep in wicked late today because I didn't have to work (and don't have to work for the next 2 days). And then I just sort of woke up and played DS/played guitar/did small chores all day until my guitar lesson, after which I got to see Matt, and we went to Brianna's birthday/moving away to Florida party. When we got there Matt dressed me up as a pirate. There were lots of people there we didn't know, and got bitten by all sorts of bugs..but enh, I had a pretty good time anyway.

Then Matt and I made our (gaming) rounds in West Leb. I neglected to remove the pirate hat and bandanna and stuff. I probably looked more than mostly silly. But I don't care, it was fun anyway. I love Matt. The rest of the night was spent just bumming together at my house. I really wish we had our own place. It was so nice, just the two of us in my living-space.

I had a good day yesterday too. In the end anyway. It started out rather rough. Lots of ucky Michelle-stupid-sad. But when I got out of work at 9:00 I drove up to Fairlee and joined Matt and Darren and two other guys I don't know at the drive-in. It was nice.

A few days ago I visited Matt at work, and his mum happened to be there, and she invited me over to watch a movie with her for a couple hours till Matt got home. Made me happy she wanted to spend time with me :).

I'm bored with writing now, so I'll be done.

!MP

EDIT:

Also, when Matt and I were at Gamestop we ran into Nic and his crew, and I totally schooled his ass at...some...game.

-Ho Hum Pig Bum-

2006-07-05T23:01:11Z

Mmm...today has been going rather well, methinks. Nothing has excessively pissed me off or anything. I realize yesteday I was being a giant bitch. I was really stressed out when I got out of work, and then went to the firework thinger, and was all upset about shit, and in a shitty mood, and pretty much took a lot of it out on Matt. And I feel bad :(. It got better after, though. Well..we got stranded at my aunt's because my uncle parked behind us and blocked in my car, and Matt and I ended up starting to walk to meet Jess and Darren, but got picked up by them part way there. Then we went swimming at Matt's, and after that, there was lots of cuddling and HGTV and falling asleep. I was happy.

Today was nice. I woke up later than I would have liked, then went over to Matt's and bummed, then thrifting for furnature, and yummy italian ice, and fanta, and mmm. When we went to work, I did random errands for myself, and I got to play copious amounts of guitar when I got home, and I get to go see Matt later. I like days off from work. Tomorrow should be swell as well.

I'm sort of bored...but don't really feel like doing anything. There's probably stuff I should do, eh? I'll go find something.

!MP

-Oh Myy-

2006-07-01T04:09:22Z

So yeh, it's been just short of forever since I updated this thing. It's suffering and wilting, etc, etc. I updated my myspace a little bit ago...but I didn't really finish. Heh. So uh...yea...I don't know what I really want to say. Just felt like writing. You know how it is.

Tomorrow is Matt's and my 1.5 year anniversary. Yay. A few days ago we both got DS Lites together. Double yay. I definately love it a lot.

I work at CVS in Hanover, if anyone feels like visiting. I like it sometimes, I don't like it most times. Every now and then it takes a tad more than a lot of self-control not to jump over the counter and slap the shit out of some customers. Enh...I suppose the good-itude of my life at not-work outweighs the bad of work. If you couldn't follow that last bit, its alright. Doesn't matter anyway.

I started taking guitar lessons again. They're with Mr. Wolfe. I like it a lot. I cannot wait to go to Berklee at the end of summer. Just sort of sucks because the day after I get back from that I have to go back to Burlington again. I like summer. I dislike college. Last time I went there, it landed me in therapy. I've been trying to convince myself it will be better next year, and I will like it, but despite whatever myself and/or my therapist thinks of...it all sounds like a load of shit. Summer is nice.

Well, okay, the people at college, I do miss, and I do like. I just dislike the whole me being emotionally retarded. I must be backward or something. I have all sorts of freedom, but no control over anything. I won't even explain it. Again, doesn't matter, and I'd rather not think now.

Um. There's a Hogan Knows Best marathon on right now. Yes, I'm watching it. Yes, I love that show. No, I don't have an excuse. Just waiting for Matt to come home soon.

I watched Pi today. It was weird. I might've liked it? I haven't really decided yet.

I wish I could write songs. I'd sing them out nice and pretty. I would, I promise. I learned some creepy new chords today while practicing. They're not new to a lot of people.

I paid $15 dollars for a Vox venue 100 bass amp from a yardsale. It's from the UK...and has the UK plug, and came with a US converter and everthing. I haven't decided if I want to keep it yet. I don't really play bass all that much, and I like my Hartke a lot since I replaced the speaker. But I think the Vox is sort of funny, and oddly charming. I don't think I'd part with it unless I had a better than average reason. Even if it just sort of sat around in my basement looking at me...like it does now. It makes a pretty swell shelf.

I should tidy up my room. I'd rather play Mario. Cars was an awesome movie. I should hang something on my wall. It's rather bland except for one lame poster and nifty flamigo lights. The bed-part of my room anyway. The couchy/tv part has random artwork from my dad, and my dad's dad, and my dad's friend Sal. I wish I could fit a fridge into my dresser like in Animal Crossing. I still have to pay Matt for my nifty mini-fridge.

I'm sad for when Matt goes to Kentucky, but happy that I at least get to take care of his kitties...and pool. Hehe. Mmm. I remember last year when he went to Nantucket, I spent the better part of a night there...I watched a tape of the Live8 concert and polished/changed strings on all his guitars. It was actually really fun. I like at least being around his things when he's not around. I'll be so happy if I get to see his Grandad's kitties too.

I'd like a large-sized cuddle. Maybe even spoonhappycuddlenight. Not maybe. Totally.
Hm.

I'm done now. You didn't read all of it. It's alright, neither did I. What?

Time for cocoa.

Adios.

!MP

-This Weekend Was Amazing...-

2006-05-01T18:29:35Z

...and I miss every bit of him with every bit of me. Please let me get through these two weeks okay. It's looking alright now, but then again, it always does. In a minute everythng could change, and I could be curled up under my bed, or dialing the phone to say I'm in trouble. This morning in therapy, I found out a lot of things about myself. I miss my beautiful boy. He doesn't even know how happy he makes me. He has no idea. I am so proud of him. I didn't even see him very much before I left, but I was completely happy. He made me so happy during our short visits on Sunday. And on Friday night when I was trying to hurt myself, he used his body to cover me up, and just held me, and let me grip as hands as tight as i wanted so i would stop. I don't even know if he knows how much that meant to me. Or how much it showed me he really cared. Am i capable of doing the same? It feels so shitty every time I have to come back here, because I'm the one putting all that distance there. But next time I'm home for good.

!MP
♥MM

Oh yea, I live in the basement now.

-Mm-

2006-04-24T18:16:42Z

Your Livejournal zombie attack.

LiveJournal Username

The name of your zombie infested home town.

Your zombie killing weapon of choice.

How much do zombies scare you?

Oh noes!!11 A zombie! What do you do?

Blasting zombies left and right with a freaking twelve guage. What do you think?

gzusismyhomeboy

Curled into a fetal position crying their eyes out.

mastermeyhemgod

Is pwning some zombies with Don't Stop Me Now playing in the background.

blueballoon3687

Is sitting at home watching CNN and eating ice cream.

fluffypickle

Get ripped to pieces by the zombies. Bummer.

willywonka05

Is the zombie king who you must destroy to end the zombie menace.

chelleta

Number of zombies you decapitate.

873

Chances you survive the zombie swarm.

24%

This Fun Quiz created by Rob at BlogQuiz.Net

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-Orion-

2006-03-27T03:04:50Z

>On the drive back to Burlington I had a clear view of Orion's belt the whole time.
>The whole time I tried to see if I could find the rest of Orion.
>I couldn't.
>But I did find a perfect representation of a sourpatch kid

-And Now-

2006-03-08T18:42:05Z

These are a few of my favorite things:

-Regretfully, I Announce...-

2006-01-27T05:22:35Z

-Ow...My Face-

2006-01-25T21:58:13Z

>Like I said...busy all the time.
>I wish I had something to do to occupy me
>So I don't sit and so upset like I do.
>I really am pathetic

-Hermy herm-

2006-01-25T20:20:29Z

>I'm waiting for my World Music Cultures CDs to import...it's taking quite a while. It's sort of obnoxious, because it's about 70 1-2 minute tracks of music, and about a third of it is African people beating sticks and shouting at eachother, another third is monks making their little sermon things, and the rest is...interesting. I like some of it...but not a whole lot. The monks are cool though.
>Anyway...I needed to kill time.
>Music theory was almost interesting today...afterword Ted and I hid in a practice room and he played piano, and I pretened to sing along. 'Twas fun. I should make my way there alone sometime and practice or something. Even though they're so much smaller, I like the practice rooms on Redstone better than here. The whole environment is just...better. I like it.
> I haven't really done anything today besides class...and some homework. Matt called. We talked for a total of about 4 minutes, then he had to go :(. He's so busy all the time. I'm jealous. I wish I actually had soemthing to do to occupy me besides sitting around my room and doing crap. *sigh*
>I think I'm in a bad mood. If I haven't talked to you that's why. I don't want to leach my moodiness...into you..? I dunno. Today is an 'avoid people' day I guess. I feel like i could fall asleep now...maybe I will...later. Bleh.

!MP