i know i’ve been posting alot lately, but this pisses me off

so i came home today with a number of my cd cases sitting on my bed, most of which were empty. i know for the fact that my sister took them, and it pisses me off that she waits until i’m not home to get them. it’s not like she’s incapable of asking to borrow them or anything, she just waits until i’m not around to take them. and the best part? it’s the fact that she then says that the cd’s that she took are in actuality hers, even though she left the cd cases in my room. i labeled my stuff at leo last year just so that i knew which stuff was actually mine, and i guess i’m going to have to do it here at home too, especially since more stuff gets stolen from my room here than at school. which is sad, seeing how the person taking stuff from me here is part of my family, and not some random kid who thinks that they’re entitled to my stuff.

i guess this is all. i’ve got to finish burning the cd i’ve got in my laptop, and then get to bed, so i shall talk to y’all later.

killed two birds with one stone with this post

i’m currently packing for home, and realising that i have more stuff than i have room for. awesome. i’ll most likely end up carrying my PAL binder under my arm for the trip, with the way things are going right now. that’s how much room i don’t have. it’s quite scary when you’ve got a duffle bag and a backpack available for storage and you still can’t find room for everything. oh well.

i’m also procrastonating on writing a 6 page paper that was due earlier today (well, technically yesterday, since it’s friday and all) that i haven’t finished yet. woohoo! it’s due by 9am today, so i really should get cracking on it…..and yet i’m not. i must say that it’s really kind of strange when it’s possible that you can write a 6 page paper on 3 weeks of events that are stored in a 3-ring binder.

i put the ‘two birds with one stone’ thing in the title because not only is this post the 70th i’ve made since December, but it also sets a record for the most posts i’ve made in a month (16, to be exact). not that it’s that much more than the previous record of 15 or anything, but still. it’s progress. i realise that there are people who can post several hundred posts in a month, but i kind of have a life. plus there really isn’t that much to write about, seeing how it’s summer break and all. i promise to have more meaningful stuff to post once september comes around. unless something insanely interesting and blog-worthy happens before then, of course.

ok, so i really need to finish that paper and get everything stored away and get some sleep, so i shall talk to you all once i get home.

going home tomorrow

so tomorrow i get to take the train home. woowoo! pal has been fun, and i’ve met cool people. even though i’m typing this in class, the classes were fun too. and easy. that’s always good.

i’ll post more later.

time for some self restraint

so i’ve been saying some things in front of a good friend of mine (that i have every intention of keeping) that now i realise that i really shouldn’t have. for example, she’s reading the new harry potter book. i had gotten a watered down version of it online from another friend of mine that basically tells you who dies, who lives, and what happens in the end. and no, i won’t send it to you, so please don’t ask. i’ve been saying things about it completely not realising that she’s within earshot and hasn’t finished it for herself yet. big mistake.

another big mistake i seem to be making alot is talking about motorcycles. it’s a very touchy subject for a friend of mine (which i won’t delve into here), and every time i talk about motorcycles, she’s around. and i feel like a total douchebag for talking about it when i do, because i know that it’s still a hard subject for her. and i honestly don’t intend on making her upset or offending her, but at times i think that it does.

and so, i’ll try my best at refraining from talking about those things until she is at least done with the harry potter book. with the motorcycles, i just won’t even talk about at all.

this is all.

lots of work to do before friday morning

so i have a feeling that i’m going to end up pissing my roomie off by spending all of tonight working on overdue work that has to get turned in before friday morning. aka tomorrow. so i get to write a 3 page paper on Bowling For Columbine, a 6 pager on the binders that we have for the program, while also writing another 2 pages for the mini comm class that i’m also taking. woohoo! ironically comm starts at 1, so i’ll probably get chewed out for not having either assignment. fuck. oh well, not much i can do about it now, so whatever. i’ll post on the whole experience that is PAL after i get home (most likely sat or somethin). and i promise to actually do it this time, unlike the time i said i would do the same for frosh year at leo, because this is so much better than leo. i honestly can’t understand why i chose leo over this. curry seems so much more interesting and fulfilling than leo ever was. plus it’s right near boston, so if i get a need to go somewhere exciting, i can go there and have some fun.

ok so, since i have to get to class, i shall talk to y’all later….

i really don’t have much of a life

so i’ve come to the realization that i spend way too much time on the computer. but yet again it’s because of the fact that a kid here said “he’s always on that computer”. i really need a life.

things are going smoothly (i guess)

things are going well here, and it surprises me that i’m so comfortable with myself around other kids here. which is a complete 180 from the way i was at leo, because GOD FORBID i even mention the word ‘gay’, because i would then be banished to the outskirts of the very small town (and even smaller campus) of Saint Leo, Florida. because we all know that mentioning the word would then cause the local diocese to force SLU to then become the small-town Catholic version of Brigham Young. and anyone who’s ever spent time as a student there knows that they would totally do that if it meant that they would get more nutcases there as a result.

the past couple of days i’ve had a runny nose (aka a cold), and i’ve been trying to figure out as to how i got it. maybe its because i go to bed anywhere between 1 and 3 am and then get up at around 7:45, or maybe it’s because the air vent is right over my bed and i sleep without a shirt on and without a comforter. chyea, i don’t sleep with a comforter.

there’s been some political stuff goin on, so i’ll post sometime soon on VM.

PAL session two: 1 week in

so the whole PAL thing is goin alright. all the professors here treat us like middle schoolers, which can get pretty annoying, but whatever. we don’t have that much free time, but it’s cool. nobody seems to go to bed before 1am, so it’s all good.

which brings me to the point that my sleeping pattern’s gotten so messed up that i’m starting to get sick. i’ve got a runny nose, and i can’t find out why. maybe it’s because i’ve got the bed that’s RIGHT UNDER THE VENT with only a top sheet (i don’t have any kind of comforter) added to the fact that i still have NO idea how to work the a/c, which so happens to be set to the ‘turn humans into ice blocks’ setting. it gets quite cold.

i guess this is all for now, so i’ll talk to y’all later.

random moods that happen

i’ve been in a funk today, and i know what it’s from. about 2 and a half years ago, i went out to california with my mom to help visit my grandfather on her side because he had gotten really sick and had to live in assisted living for a couple of days. at the same point was when an old acquaintance of mine had gotten me into Kelly Clarkson’s album, and every time i listen to it (regardless of song) i always think about it, because i had listened to the album almost 24/7 when i was there. about a week after we got back from visiting him, he died, which is why every time i hear ‘you found me’, i automatically get into the same funk i am in now, because i always think about the visit to him. and the fact that on the last day we visited him, i had asked my mom for the key to the rental car so i could listen to the radio instead of spending time in the room with everyone else. i guess it’s just regret.

i always associate songs with different things, because i’m obsessed with music, and can’t really help doing it. shortly after trevor died, i heard evanesence’s ‘my immortal’, and now i associate it with him. ‘you found me’ is for my grandfather. ‘landslide’ (the ‘97 live fleetwood mac version, not the shitty dixie chicks version) is for britt. and if i know you well enough, you’ll most likely end up having a song associated with you.
yupp. this is all.

listening too much?

here at curry we’re able to connect to other people’s itunes if they’re shared, and some random kid was like ‘dude, i like your music on your itunes’, and i thought it was quite strange, because who listens to my music? then i checked to see how many users were connected to my itunes, and found three people on it.

yes, three.

wtf? since when did people actually listen to my type of music?

it’s cool. just as long as i don’t get any virus’ on my comp cos of it.