Comforting discoveries from last night's adventures:
- I have a bruise on my ass the size of India
- My shirt has mysteriously turned itself around in the last 6 hours I've been asleep... B/c God knows it wasn't backwards when I put it on!
- My troat hurts like a mother: Buying my own smokes so I'm not bumming off anyone is a bad, bad idea!
- I have a stalker... Oh yeah, Baby!  I have a stalker! 

"But Kenny, the last time I saw you... you were doing coke lines off a urinal." - Why is it that my friends think it's cool to do drugs like they were in high school?  WTF?  It's not cool, guys... I love you and it's so not cool!

So, once upon a time there was a boy... he lived two hours away from a girl.  I think he really liked the girl... which made the girl super-nervous, b/c the girl was afraid of intimacy.  Anywho, it was weird though, b/c the boy didn't pressure the girl... He's the first boy the girl's met who didn't pressure her.  So, the boy drove two hours on the weekends to see the girl.  And now, the boy invited the girl to come see him.  This is strange... Or maybe the girl is strange.

So, first we were gonna go to Mardi Gras for my birthday... Then we were gonna go to Southern Lights/Nights (w/e)... Then we were gonna go to Mardi Gras.  Now, we're not gonna do either.  I'm gonna sit in my house, eat a lot of food, and go to bed before 12.

I hate smoking.  I smell like smoke... This is gross.

Why did I wake up at 9am when I stayed on the phone until 3:30?  I'm tired... I think I'll go back to bed.  But I've gotta shower first... I hate smoke.

I really hate rude people... Especially when they know they're being rude and they think it's cute... Or maybe they just don't care that they're rude.  Either way, it's not cute and it's not cool.  It's irritating and annoying.  And all I have to say to those people is... Grow up.

Oh well, I guess I should go back to bed now.  Class is definitely a no go.  I feel like a drunk-bitch.  I need to stop going out on Wednesdays!

"Peace out, Playa!"

Remind me to post when I get home... Puh~lease! 

I've never actually hydroplaned before... until tonight.  Driving home from the Ticket/Coconuts, I span (is that a word?) over 360 degrees.  I scared the shit out of myself... I could have died.  So, I'm sitting here, writing to you all... Lucky to be alive.  Lucky there were no other cars on the road... Lucky I'd already passed all the trees.  Lucky there were four lanes instead of two.  It took a near death experience to get me to xanga... LoL.  Yeah, but I guess it's really not funny.  Was I driving too fast?  I wasn't really going fast... Was it just that the roads were wet... and it was my time?  Did it have anything to do with the amount of alcohol I've got running through my veins?  I can't answer any of these questions.  I'm just thankful to be here, I guess.  I'm glad I wasn't driving faster than my guardian angel can fly...

I'm a drunk bitch... Sorry if I ended up annoying.    No worries, ok?

I've decided I hate school.  I can't even begin to list all the crap I've gotta do tomorrow... Or for the rest of the week, for that matter.  I can't even keep it all straight.  I do know I've gotta get my Policy stuff together... and buy my ticket to NYC.  That's about all I can remember... I think I'll be lucky to even be up before noon.

So, tall dark hair and I have been talking again... That's a good thing.  But, we had words Monday night.  Several friends have said they're so glad I've stood up for myself... I can't say I really feel good about it.  Well, that's not true... Because finally, for the first time in a month or so, I'm not pineing (sp) over tall dark hair... I'm not unsure what the hell I'm feeling or doing... I know exactly what the hell is going on... At least in my head.  So... I guess I've come to the realization that tall dark hair is STILL not grown up and isn't going to anytime soon.  Or... That's not fair.  I guess I've come to the conclusion that for now... I don't need to have anything to do with tall dark hair... Though I may be loved... and I may love... We can't be together.  Tall dark hair bolts like a scalded cat at any sign of intimacy and love... And I'm not going to submit myself to that.  I deserve better... So, we're 'doomed' to be friends.  Which is a wonderful thing... because friends are good.  And that's that.

Am I more optimistic or pessimistic?  Is the glass half full or half empty?

LoL... Mr. Kitty is a little under the weather... Think I'll probably take him in on Friday.

Time for bed... I'm about to pass out here at the computer.

  Cam

Here's a little helping hand, Meg...   MEG'S SCORE FOLLOWS!

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I'm dissappointed (sp) in Meg... She actually had the courage to take the test... But she chickened out when it came to posting!  Don't let her lie to you with the 80ish%... Prove It, Baby!!!!