Welp, another week has passed. I didn't get anything accomplished this weekend, because I was in deperate need of some chill time. My sociology class on Friday night was really interesting. I'll probably try to take another of her classes next semester if she's teaching another soc. class I need. I wish I could say the same for that dang history class, but at least next semester I'll have time to ask opinions on professors before I register.
The roommate and I went to the riverboat last night and gambled for a bit, then ate for free at the buffet with our comps. Felt good to get out.
I need to go shopping for a new bed because John is picking his up this coming weekend. It may be good to get one that is better on my back, but now I won't be sleeping on the bed that brings back the memories. That may also end up being a good thing...
spacebot - 2:18 PM
Sunday, September 22, 2002
Constance and her man took me along to Blue Sky Jamfest and it was awesome. We ate cheese fries and rocked out to Los Lobos among others. The weather was gorgeous and I didn't get any bug bites. I ate a few of Sara's special brownies that I was saving in my freezer to make me feel alright. It worked.
Right now I'm drinking bourbon on the job. That's about all I gotta say.
spacebot - 2:33 PM
Saturday, September 21, 2002
This week has been pretty painful. I'll be feeling fine eventually, but there is so much going on that I find it hard to think clearly at times. School is getting overwhelming mostly due to the weird schedule. I need to keep telling myself that next semester will be different and it's only another few months of zero free time. I really miss John even though nothing has really changed aside from the fact that he's technically not my boyfriend anymore and I may never have the physical part of our relationship again. He called me last night while intoxicated, so it's nice that he thinks of me even then. I think of him always. The thought of having to move on makes me want to vomit. I guess I'll be single for a while... and hope that he'll move back home before either of us does "move on". I have nothing better to do.
Constance and I are going to a bluegrass festival tonight and for that I am excited. It will be a few hours to relax, listen to music and forget about my piled up "in box".
I'm glad that a certain person just called me to clear things up. Good boy! ;)
spacebot - 6:49 PM
Sunday, September 15, 2002
Though I have a broken heart
I'm too busy to be heartbroken
There's a lot of things that need to be done
Lord I have a broken heart
Though I have a broken dream
I'm too busy to be dreaming of you
There's a lot of things that I've gotta do
Lord I have a broken dream
And I'm wasted all the time
I've gotta drink [smoke] you right off of my mind
I've been told that this will heal given time
Lord I have a broken heart
And I'm crying all the time
I have to keep it covered up with a smile
And I'll keep on moving on for a while
Lord I have a broken heart.
(Spiritualized)
--- I love you, John. I really hope you change your mind.
spacebot - 11:58 AM
Friday, September 13, 2002
My chigger bites are getting better, and I did get an "A" on my paper. However, I also got in a bicycle accident yesterday and have swelled up knees. They hurt pretty friggin' bad. If you're curious as to how it happened, ask. I'll tell you all about the pompous asshole who ran me right off the sidewalk. My roommate bought me ice packs and ace bandages at the Ft. Knox army supply, as well as a bottle of "Chig Away".
I went to the casino the other night and socialized for the first time in a few weeks. And today I got felt up by a hot chick. Okay, okay, I got a breast exam at the gyno. ;)
I wish I had someone to watch a movie with tonight. I really wish that person was John. He likes the calculus shirt that I sent him. I hope he takes a picture.
Rory told me that the new Gianna's Grille is better than before. Vegan cheese fries, soft serve, etc. Whoa baby.
Tempur-pedic pillows are very very comfy.
spacebot - 7:04 PM
Sunday, September 08, 2002
Okay, my friend David said he learned about bug bites in Eagle Scouts, and that I definitely have a few ankles full o' chiggers. His suggestion of vasoline to suffocate the little suckers didn't work, though. I think I may need to call my doctor soon. And to those of you trying to give me a new nickname, stop calling me "chigger"!
So, my little man wants to try out for next season's American Idol. I told him that he may be the only person over 30 trying to get on, but he's insistant that he'll win over Paula Abdul by singing Frank Sinatra. I wish he would sing me some Frank Sinatra!
My history paper is due tomorrow. I need to finish writing it and I need to somewhat prepare for my oral presentation. I had a nightmare last night that I tried to do my speech and puked all over the floor. Then I remember calling my mom crying because they wanted me to clean up the puke, but I was afraid that would make me puke again. I hope in real life, this will be a lot less painful. Hell, I'm hoping for an "A".
spacebot - 1:14 PM
Friday, September 06, 2002
I'm going crazy. I have over 40 mosquito (or possibly chigger?) bites right now, the majority on my left ankle. I have never seen so many in one place before. It itches like you wouldn't believe. They have these funny white circular borders around them, but I'm going to wait to see if I get a high fever before I go to the doc inquiring about West Nile, even though a few people have died recently in my area.
I'm never listening to Cam again. I had the idea for bug spray and he tried to make me feel paranoid. Next time I spend time in the park, it's all about the DEET.
I'm woozy from Benedryl, but it isn't working. I'm taking it orally and applying it topically. It's still worse than chicken pox. I feel like cutting the bites out of my skin with an x-acto.
I'm going to go cry in agony now. These are probably chiggers because I never remembered mosquito bites being this unbearable.
spacebot - 12:28 PM
