It’s almost two in the morning. I should do my homework. I really, really don’t want to. Somehow I just can’t bring myself to care about the metaphysic occult tradition.
Skipped biology today. 200 people in the class, and he notices my absence. Got a C+ on the midterm. The high school kid in me is reeling. The rest of me knows that it’s a solid enough mark, considering that I’m not any good at bio.
There are some Dopers I need to thank. Sassy, the card was wonderful and touching. Palmyra, the Altoids have long since been consumed and they made my day utterly. Thank you both. Shirley Ujest, I’m taking Underbear with me tomorrow to Montreal, where I am placing it in Matt’s keeping.
There’s something surreal about taking a picture of a stuffed bear outside of a fraternity.
I found out with my exam schedule, I might be able to be home for quietgirl’s 18th birthday. This is a wonderful thing. I miss her so bad right now I can hardly stand it.
The other day someone told me that they didn’t think gay rights were important and I got so angry later I started crying about it. Sometimes I wish that there was a way I could convince people of those things so evident to me.
I am out of Altoids. Again.
I am on a quest to get in shape. My friend Tory is dragging my ass to the gym several times a week now. I hope to eventually lose between 20-30 pounds. Enough is enough. Parts of my life are unhealthy, and I want to change that.
Insomnia is unhealthy. I wonder if I can change that. Probably not.
I wonder how often things really do change.