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10:39 p.m. ~ 2003-11-03
sober straight face my summer clothes havent even gotten a decent crease in them yet. the weather was end-of-summer like warm today and im lovin it but i do not have the closet space to house two seasons of clothes so we have to choose one here. the weekend was relatively quiet, besides work which is always chaotic and busy. saturday became a movie night with jeff, you tend to miss them when you're single. the only time we've been spending together has been in company of others and im pretty tired of going on group dates. i cancelled plans with christine, my original intention was to spend saturday night with her but it seems that ive become the latest subject of her never ending malicious gossip. she'll smile to my face and then turn around and bitch to matt about how much it upsets her when i talk to her friends, leave a message on todds voicemail (accoring to her, i laughed too much), ignore her calls (her nonexistant calls that leave no voicemails). yeah, i laugh too much. her exact words, her problem too. im just disgusted with it. catty, creepy nonsense. this is why the number of girlfriends i have can be counted on my hands, maybe ill need a toe or two but thats if i really think hard about who to include. boys never do things like this. if i left a message on kristens phone, rob would not denounce our friendship. meh. yesterday my sign language partner and i worked on our last group project which is kind of a blessing because i think the both of us are sick of staring at the pattern on my tablecloth for hours, idealess and delerious. but we're running A's so the ending is bittersweet. the next presentation is singular and on our deepest fantasy. my professor swears she does not get to pick the topics. its time to register again, i feel like this semester is just getting underway. i also think i have enough english credits so my last semester can be somewhat stress free without all the analyzing, and compare and contrasting, and wanting to throw my mla handbook out the window because it contradicts everything i thought i knew. and what i knew made my paper 3 paragraphs longer. eff that. i want to take art 100 and nap in the back. i embrace senior-itis with open arms.
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