Tuesday's High:

About 8:15 p.m., I was feeling really shitty b/c I hadn't eaten in a long while. As I was leaving the dorm, Alex saw me and we went out to eat together.

Tuesday's Lows:

I didn't feel productive today. I think the paper staff is terrible. I can't find any replacements. It's not even a month into school and I'm thinking of dropping a class.

Listening To:

"Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain" - Willie Nelson.

Last Thing I Ate:

Chicken Strips at a local greasy spoon type of joint.

Thinking About:

(a) Sleep.
(b) Studying for biology.
(c) Getting some 20 oz. Cokes for my fridge.

the twelfth day of september, 2000... a tuesday.

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"The absolute yearning of one human body for another particular body and its indifference to substitutes is on of life's major mysteries."
- Jean "Iris" Murdoch, Irish-born writer.

MISSING ENTRIES UPDATE: The entry for Wednesday, September 6 is now online. The remaining "missing entries" from last week will be added as soon as I have time to get them done.
Sometimes, timing is just perfect. I think sometimes, God watches out for you and knows how to lift your spirits. I was feeling really crummy this evening. A big reason for my funky mood was that I hadn't eaten in a while... But I also feel bad emotionally, too. There is no one particular reason... There are tons of them... There is so much that I need to do... And so much that I haven't done.

I need to do all of the laundry I dirtied up on my trip this weekend... plus the clothes I've dirtied up since then... and the ones that were dirty when I left. That's a lot of clothes. I have a paper due in my Broadcast Regulations class Thursday. Do I have the textbook yet? Nope. The bookstore is out of them. I was going to try to track down a copy today, but I got out class, had lunch and then went to a meeting. The meeting lasted a while and I didn't get out until the bookstore was closed. Could I have gone and and tried to find the book a million other times? Yes. Did I? No. I'm a procrastinator. I specialize in putting things off. And it always comes back to bite me in the butt. Anyway, what brought me down even more is the fact that I will have zero amount of time to work on it tomorrow. Tomorrow is newspaper day. My entire day and night is taken up with that. I also have a biology test on Thursday that I need to study for. I didn't know that it was gonna be on Thursday until today. I guess she announced it last Thursday, but I wasn't there because I was on my little trip. Aggghhhh.

But I digress. I was feeling bad. I decided to get up and go get some dinner. I look terrible. I'm wearing an old hat that smells like two-week-old laundry in the bottom of the hamper and I go down to my truck. As I am pulling out of the parking lot, a car flashes it's lights at me from behind. I back up into the parking lot... it's Alex She had come to see if I wanted to go with her and get some dinner. Of course, I said yes.

We ran a few errands she needed to do and went to eat at this little greasy spoon type of place. It was nice except for the fact that the fries were burnt. (Regardless, the company was good.) We then stopped in Books-A-Million and spent a while in there. Her thing is southern plantation houses, so we looked at coffee table books with photos of those. She suggested that we go on a drive some day and see them all in person (there are quite a few in this state). We drifted through a few other sections... including the relationships and sexuality sections... isn't it crazy how they came up with the titles for some of those books? And then she dropped me off at my dorm. I still don't feel 100%. I'm still thinking about saying, "the hell with Broadcast Regs." But I do feel better thanks to Alex

I never have much luck with roommates and suitemates in the dorms. I solved the former problem by getting a private room. Unfortunately, there is no way to get a private suite.

The guys that live next day (and whom I share my bathroom with) started the semester out with lots and lots of loud music. They also smoked quite a bit of wacky weed... which I'm not a fan of. I'm sorry. I can't support it. It smells funky and it clouds your mind. My mind doesn't need to be any more clouded than it already is. They also had a tendency to pee on the walls... or at least it smelled that way. I mean, it was fawnky smelling in there. The janitorial staff isn't the world's best... so it was something that I was learning to live with until I could get the cash together to buy a stick-up or something.

One day, one of the suitemates came in with some fragrance things that you hang inside the bowl. They smelled good. So good, in fact, he put two of them in there. (The bathroom was really nasty, I'm telling you). Today, however, I came in to find soot stains on the porcelain inside the bowl... and one of the little fragrance things is melted with little charred chunks floating in the water. All I can think is, "why was there a fire in my toilet?" I mean, seriously, it's full of water. How can there be enough flame to melt plastic and leave soot stains? What the hell were they doing in there? I've said it before and I'll say it again... there are some things in life that are beyond my understanding. This must be one of them.


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