Current mood:	congested
Current music:	Alanis - Crazy

redneck woman is a crap song
LiveJournal is getting increasingly less simple and a bit full of itself. Although, I love any organization with the balls to call a sheep "Frank" (they're wirey, sheep).

My father makes me sick...no, literally, he passed on to me whatever cold he had. So my head is up, up, and away like a beautiful balloon.

This guy in my English class is getting increasingly on my nerves, I had to walk nearly around the entire school just to avoid him. Why don't I just tell him to fuck off? Hmm, good idea. Another good idea would be for him to wash his hair, it crinkles like plastic. ::SPEW::

I thought coming to college that I would get a whole new basket of people to dislike, not the same ones I feigned friendship with in high school.

I hope ignoring him is enough. He doesn't seem to take a hint. He and that boy with Tourette's that haunts me and stares at me in Geology. One metion of "L-Waves (Love waves)" in earthquakes and he's drooling at me. Christ what's with all the Clingers at this school? I rarely see the Original Clinger, thankthelord.

I know I sound horrid and ungrateful, but really, why should I suffer fools? You wouldn't and I'm done.



Other than all that hassle, I'm waiting for the morning. Despite my cold, I'm going to Geology class, and maybe get a little lovin after school.

I have to register with my advisor Tuesday and tell her my deepest, darkest secret that I have NO FUCKING CLUE what I want to do with the rest of my life and everything offered at this "University" is for small-town folk that just want to grow up to be nurses and teachers, not....whatever I want to be. I'm sure I'll have her undivided attention and get a word in between yawns.

Alanis covered Seal's "Crazy" and by God, I really like it. It's like old-school Alanis where she sounded mainstream by accident, not becuase she was trying to (i.e "So-called Chaos")

My recommended download of the week is Bill Wither's "Use Me Up" Goooooood funky song.


Thanks for reading, babes.