Total defeat.

I went to pet smart - finally. I bought three collars, and got little name tags engraved so allie could pick her favorite cats and then tomorrow I was going to call animal control. It turned out to be a bigger ordeal because they couldn't accept my passport as an identification, and I had to write I check because I lost my driver's license and credit cards. So eventually after a while I was like FINE I pay you in cash, but it was the cash I put aside for that girl who stalks me at school for money. So I get out the cash and it's still not enough - stupid things were over thirty dollars. And I really wouldn't mind EXCEPT THEY WONT FIX AROUND OUR FAT CATS NECKS!!!

I put the pretty pink one on dandy - on the looses loop and he started growling and walking in circles. I could barely put my finger under it to loosen it.

So that was my day - and I thought for sure my license would be at borders, now I'm getting a bit worried. Family dinner calls.

I love sneezing, but I can't blow my nose in public. I don't know if I have a cold or not. Right before I left my house today I found a little tester bottle of perfume. I spayed some on my left sleeve, BUT IT SMELLED REALLY ODD AND Yucky, like it had been under that couch for ten years!! But I had to get to work so I left with that same shirt on. At work I keep smelling that nasty smell and I start sneezing and blowing my nose every two seconds. There are no Kleenex where I work so I up TP and it's just not the same you know. So I'm on my lunch break now, I changed my shirt and I'm bringing my own box of kleenexes back.

Why don't Indians celebrate halloween?

Because they took away the Gandhi.

Ahhh the adverse effects of caffeine, is it worth it?

Well Well Well

What's so wrong with being obvious? so it makes you aittle more vulnerable, but if you trust people to me nice - who cares? Second motives. You Think you're so slick, But actually you're just being annoying - you are actually being more obvious than you think.

Well I just lost my post. Man I hate that. But what I was talking about was that I had discovered morning as a new late night. What I mean is, people stay up because they don't have anything schedualed and you get first dibs on things, and the house is nice and quiet. However, now I need to go for coffee.

When I was typing this the first time something freakish happened. I was talking about this girl that I owe $30 and I KEEP BUMPING INTO HER. She lives in the main hall!! Well as I was typing that (the first time) she walks past me opposite the computers. She is now two computers away - sitting like looking at me now so I really do have to go. If it's going to be like this all semester I really should just caugh up the money

Well I meant to write a quick post and go to bed, but I sat down at the computer desk and there lying on the desk was Teen people magazine. Anyways, I've finished reading it.

I must say it is so nice being at the same campus as Sophie. This afternoon I was sitting on a bench with my stuff spread out everywhere, I didn't really have time for lunch so I had just consumed a pack of starburst - the rappers littered beautifully over every thing around me. Sophie comes up, takes a look at what I was eating and PULLS A PB&J out of her bag and hands it to me!! It was an extra!!! ahhh, sister can be so wonderful.

Huum, what to talk about.......................Oh yeah!! I don't watch that much tv, really, but I just watched this show called Raising Cain. It was really good. Basically it was a bunch of interviews of innercity boy (in Boston) who had really messed up lives. I can't remember if it is 40% of boys in the us or 40% of boys living in Boston do not grow up with their biological father. So basically there are all these boy that don't have any one teaching them how to be a man. It's sad, , sad then they start interviewing kids from Sudberry, which is where my family is, and the room is filled with kids with super supportive families - it just showed such a difference. Then it showed a little these Sudberry kids playing football with Newton South kids which is the high school that my mom went to!

So when the show was finally over I go to the kitchen to get some whatever, well apple juice if you must know, where I bump into my mother who was also watching the same show in her room. I wonder if Violette was also watching it. It is freakish that you posted that fiona apple song on your blog vi, I was singing that song like all day, and then wham!! You were too and I hadn't talked to you at all. Anyways. That's the end of that story, I should sign off real quick before I start another.

One more thing - PEOPLE PLEASE DON"T STOP BLOGGING!! That what I do from 1am -2 am!!!

Hey did I mention, I dropped my painting class. It's just not new and exciting anymore.

I don't know who influenced me to get starbucks late Wednesday afternoon, but I stayed up ridiculously late and missed my 8 o'clock class the next morning - next I will be strong and resist the temptation!! or not. Alrighty, good nite!!

Hum, what to say...I woke up with a frog in my throat. First day of school, YEAH! yeah right. Last night I had the brilliant idea of going to the book store at scc and buying some books. Well I thought I would just pop the library and check my email real quick.

Well I didn't have any emails so out of sheer boredom I start flipping through the scc catalog. And I start thinking WOW my don't I take another painting class. I know I'm not really very good, but I really do like it. So, I drop the anthropology class (which actually counted towards my A.A.) and signed up for painting. I run to the book store and IT CLOSED LIKE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE I GOT THERE!!

So as I'm trying to get to sleep, much later that night, I figure out I really don't want to take a painting class, but by that time the anthropology class was filled up and I couldn't get back in. SO...today was the first day of a very mixed up day, which included - a painting class, which I am mostly certain that I will drop later tonight. It's funny, as sure as I was that I wanted to sign up for that class, I am equally as sure that I don't want to be in it. I would kill to be in the ceramics class, but that's at night - too bad. Anyways, because of my ill planning I had no time for lunch. hhuumm...maybe I don't want to be in that painting class because it;'s from 11-1:15. I don't know, I just all of a sudden, don't feel any desire to be in that class.

All right enough with that boring story. SOmaybe not everyone gets as much enjoyment out of the, what's it called again..you know that"blue" personality book. haaa.

I found a strange bruise on my wrist yesterday, wonder what that's from, and my left thigh is killing me.

Ha, my biology teacher was going on and on about the different cultures in our class today, he kept telling me I was Irish, and I kept telling him I wasn't (now that I think about it, I realize that my grandma's family was Irish immigrants to Australia) but I kept telling him that I am NOT IRISH, but he kept pointing to my reddish hair and telling us how red hair show aggression and anger, so finally I was like LOOK BUDDY I DYE MY HAIR. Hha, um I forgot why I started that story. a bit anticlimactic, I know.

Question to my readers: How long can you go without taking a shower??