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8:18 p.m. & 22 March 2002

I got that cat scratch fever, do-do...yeah. Heh. I'm listening to the Detroit Rock City soundtrack (yeah. you can go ahead and laugh. It's all good.) The Pantera version of Cat Scratch Fever really isn't very good, but what can you do? not much. I'm very much in a metal (or faux-metal) mood right now. Sigh.

Judith came up today (yay!) and so I spent most of the day hanging out with her. Good times, good times. I've missed her a lot.

Aside from that, though, I'm in a really crusty mood. Everyone else wanted to go bowling or mini-putting or something tonight and I don't have any money. Even the extra $10 or whatever it would be is too much right now...bah. I hate being broke, but I'm still a lot better off than a lot of people. I still have no credit card debt. It's just as well, anyway, since I am in a bitch of a mood. I have no idea why I'm so pissy but I really don't want to be around people right now.

I think a lot of it had to do with Mathman being all "why do you always have to do homework? every day you're working on something else blah blah blah whiningcakes". Which is irritating. Because he's a part time student. Who is currently failing one of his classes. Who's taking 5 years to do a 3 year degree. Which is great for him, but I on the other hand am trying to make it as an honours student for an honours degree, which means I actually have to go to class and do my work, not sit around and play video games. These are my priorities, and I can't just change them because someone wants me to do stuff with them.

This is why I don't like people. And also why they don't like me. Which is perfectly understandable.

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