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Nov. 19, '07:

So in one of my classes I have two partners. Our teach likes to rip our stuff apart with a vengence that he reserves just for the three of us. He's also arrogant and thinks of his students as fetuses that must be told every little detail of everything expected of them. He seems to have a special deep-dwelling hatred of our group. We think its because we decided we wanted to be friend outside of class, so we enjoy the time we spend together, unlike most other groups. (In short, the teacher thinks his class should be painful and he's disappointed to see that we've managed to overcome that agony.) anyhoo, we like to make fun of him for obvious reasons. One day my friend Maggie made a particularly crude p***s joke. Now wheneve I sit in his class (in the front row) I'm about at his waste height, and because of this the spot in question is at eye level. It hasn't failed, in the weeks since the comment I get about ten minutes into class and start laughing uncontrollably because of it. I know its terrible, but I can't get it out of my head and that's sick.

But it distracts me and I don't wanna think about it. I have no interests in those thought. I just have an overactive imagination.

My family was sick on Thanksgiving. I ate by myself and babysat my niece. Then I went to my b'fs house and we went early shopping on Friday, then slept and did a puzle. That night we bowled and ate Taco Hell. Bad I dea becaus ei caught what my family had and started throwing up chalupa at five in the morning on Saturday. I kept going for nine hours and ended up in the hospital. I'm doing better now, But I lost a lot of weight and now I'm suppose to drink rediculous amounts of water. How was everyone else's break?

Ick, I get sick very easily, so I know how it feels to be in vomit hell crying

As for the p***s joke, I have an excellent story for you!

My old english teacher is a pompous a** who likes to compensate for his short height with arrogance and assholery. Well, one day he's being cool, sitting on his desk with one leg pulled up to his chest and out of the corner of my eye, I see something white. Now, he's lecturing at this moment, so everyone else is busy taking notes and I am the only one looking at him. The next moment he turns to a different angle, and I see what it is! THere's a rip right down the center of his pants and his tighy whities in his crotchal region are showing xd After realizing this, I nudge everyone around me and point it out. Finally, after much hushed giggling, someone raises their hand to inform him of this wardrobe malfunction. However, he's to full of himself to admit any faults, so he doesn't believe her. I guess he must have checked later becasue he never wore those pants again!

Oh man...I will NEVER forget that, NEVER whee

12/5

I find it ironic that I'm writing this at noon, but its kind of funny. Today there is a character drawing of Spock on my sci-fi/fantasy picture of the day calendar. I know this because I've been loafing around all morning. I got up to go to class a while ago, knowing it was suppose to snow a little last night. It snowed all of about an inch. And yet, I'm stuck. I live in a basement and the stairs leading down to it are outdoor stairs. A snow drift formed in the little cubby it forms. I looked out my door window and the snow comes almost half way up. I can't go to class, I can't have anyone over, and I can't get my landlord out here until this afternoon "sometime." I hate Indiana. An inch of snow should not hault my life, especially three days before finals week.

I had something really interesting to post, but I forgot it, it was so long ago.

Damn stright it would have. But then everything that comes from me is nothing but pure genius........ or insanity, that's where the problem lies.