Me: Another person has been shot and killed in D.C.
Me: how great
Me: wonderful
Mike: yeah. bleh
Me: Sadam Hussein wants to nuke us
Me: Our president wants to invade Iraq like a cattle corral
Me: We have a mental patient shooting up the D.C. area
Me: What the f*ck else is going to happen?
Mike: blah. i know.
Me: We should all build bomb shelters
Me: but only the smart, normal people
Mike: Yep.
Me: we make it a secret
Mike: heheheh.
Me: put it in code
Me: then we all go hide in the bomb shelters
Me: while the government firebombs EVERYTHING
Me: then all the smart normal people come out
Me: and the nation is good again
Me: and we rebuild
Mike: I am so with you on that one.
Me: really?
Mike: oh god yes

Let's see how much crap I get for this one. Let her rip.
10:53:48 PM  #  Speak to Me []

Oh man everyone, you should just see me now. I'm a big bag of self-loathing and pity tonight. I wish there was a quick, easy and painless way to do this. A list will do.

• College life is horrid: I'm stuck in a major I hate. I don't know what I want to do. "Pick something you're interested in." Yeah, um, makeup and listening to music aren't really the greatest choices.
• I want to move out but I know that it's not possible right now and I shouldn't even try or think about it: I don't have the money, I know I have it way too good here at home, except, everyone I've been associated with lately doesn't live at home anymore. It's really hard not to seriously think about it.
• My bank hates me. Point blank.
• I'm listening to bad music: Sugarcult...c'mon :- "she's saying goobye/she's leaving tonight/she's wasted all her lonely teardrops now" I should be listening to my new NIN cds but nooooooooooo, I'm listening to bad quazi pop punk. *sigh*
• I want/need a new(er) car: My poor baby is about to drop and die. Billy Bob needs to go to a retirement home.
• I can't find a decent job anywhere: I have a job now, but it doesn't pay much. I'd like to get another job and start saving that money for later use. Can I find a job? Of course not.

Let's all say Amanda is a big, fat L-O-S-E-R!
10:42:32 PM  #  Speak to Me []

Sorry about not posting yesterday. It was a long day filled with school and testing (owwies!) and more school and work and more and more crap. First off, skin testing. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, that sh*t hurt sooo bad!! I reacted to about 80% of what they tested me for. Great. Then they did a second test with the 20% I didn't react to. Well, I reacted to 50% of those. So, with a little math, we can say I am allergic to 90% of the allergens they tested me for. Great. The only thing that didn't react were the food allergens. Now I go back for consultation on the 25th.

I bought my MSI ticket yesterday, w00t!!!!! October 30th baby! Deadsy will be on tour with them too, and I can venture to guess they'll be playing the Troubadour show (the one I'm going to). It will be very interesting. I wonder who all will be going. The show will definatly be good. Dog Fashion Disco is going to open; I don't know how great they will be. Deadsy's set will be good and MSI will rawk the house.

I really am not in the mood to post about Michael. To proporly do it, I need to be in the right mindset. Maybe later on today. I need to think of a few more men that deserve to be put on my list. I know I can find some.

I'm pissed off at my school. As a freshman, they force me to take this University 100 class. Total bull. After that, they again force me to partake in mandatory "Academic Advising" before I register for Spring 2003 classes. What. The. Hell. No. If I want help with my classes, I'll go talk to a counselor, ON MY OWN. We're the ones paying for the education, so let us choose what we want to do with our own f-ing classes. Alright, whatever. I've tried calling the number they gave me for the past 3 days. No one picks up their phone. So, you tell me I have to call and schedule an appointment, yet you won't answer me phone so I can comply with your stupid rules? That doesn't sound too logical, does it?

I don't ususally get angry here in my journal. When I do get angry, I whine and I know that is definatly not fun to read. But then again, it's my own journal. I've got to start putting more emotion into this. I found out my brother is reading this (I know you are...so stop! lol) and it's a little odd. I put up the link to my shoutCAST server up above. The lister peak is only at 2. I need to find someplace to host it where I can have more listeners. Just running it off my computer isn't going to work forever. We'll see :)
1:37:47 PM  #  Speak to Me []