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2007 10 January :: 3.49pm
Second real day of classes. Literary analysis isn't so scary after all. I realized that I just have one of those profs that talks about whatever he wants, and there really isn't any logical succession of his thoughts. For a while I thought I was going crazy, but, in light of another class, it's just him.
My political science class is great. It's a huge lecture class, but the prof is great. For over an hour we had a debate about the what rights the Constitution gives to which branch of government pertaining to the Bush Administration's (and for that matter, many other administration's) invasion of foreign countries without an order or Declaration of War from Congress.
In a class of over one hundred and fifty, it gets quite roudy when you start talking about Iraq and namely Bush.
One girl asked, "Why are you guys being so mean to Bush? All I hear is people bashing him, why can't you say anything good about him?"
Then she admitted that didn't even know that there were never really weapons of mass destruction, and that she didn't know Sadaam had nothing to do with nine eleven.
It was all quite fun. I could have swam in the ignorance that was in that room.
Thankfully, there were a few who spoke out and had valid points. It was an hour well spent.
Presidential Address tonight, don't miss it.
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2007 9 January :: 6.40pm
I finally got my internet working, or shall I say, RUEBEN got my internet working.
Second semester of college is going...well so far. This semester is going to be a little bit harder than last, but I think I can deal with that.
And, the new roommates are better by far. No that the others weren't fun...they just had too much "fun" for me.
Updates are sure to come often. Beware.
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2007 2 January :: 8.41pm
:: Mood: cheerful
I'm chemically relaxing my hair right now to make it just a little bit more straight. It burns a little. I'm use to it though, I've been doing it for four years.
Anyway, I worked my usual eight hours today. People really are getting more unintelligent and annoying everyday. I'm too fed up with them to give any examples anymore.
Perhaps some mau playing tonight, but not positive. All I know is that my hair is going to have a certain odor, and I'm ready for some fun.
It's going to be some night.
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2006 31 December :: 3.08pm
:: Mood: blah
Just hours after my last entry, I was no longer enjoying my fresh cut pineapple. It seems it decided to make war on my anatomy. It was quite difficult for me because I have an intense fear of throwing up. It was like Michelle fear-factor all day yesterday.
I feel a lot better today, but solid foods are still a don't. I didn't go to work yesterday, but I'm well enough for my five hour shift tonight.
I'm ready for a new year.
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2006 30 December :: 12.30am
:: Mood: calm
Random
I worked until eleven thirty tonight, and then I came home and enjoyed my fresh-cut pineapple while I perused the Post. It was most enjoyable.
I spent last night with Jessie, Rueben, and Zack. We sat around for a while, and then decided we had to go do something. So, we went to Arby's and played mau.
I got called into work yesterday. I only stayed for three hours so that I won't get overtime this week. It's a good thing I don't have a life. Work has been my life for the past two weeks. I leave again on the seventh.
"So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray, to be only your's I pray, to be only yours I know now, you're my only hope."
I'm busy collecting quotations on the internet to make some notebooks. I'm excited, but I forgot to buy packing tape to finish them.
"You're the only one who, drives me kicking and screaming through fast dreams, and you're the only one who knows exactly what i mean...i hope you can forgive me for that time when i put my hand between your legs and said it was small, cause it's really not at all."
I've decided that my favorite punctuation is a bracket [not quite a parenthesis, but still subtle and giving a little extra].
"New Kids on the Block had a bunch of hits, chinese food makes me sick and I think it's fly when girls stop by for the summer...you come from Georgia where the peaches grow, drink lemonade and speak real slow."
"Here in this diary I write you visions of my summer, it was the best I ever had, there were choruses and sing a longs, all the nights we stayed up talking...and quoting lines from all those movies that we loved, it still brings a smile to my face. I guess when it come down to it, being grown up isn't as fun as growing up."
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2006 27 December :: 3.53pm
The exciting news is that I smell really good.
The not so exciting news is that I have to work in an hour.
Christmas, was it real, or but a dream?
New Years: What's going on, where's the party at? Who with?
All of these questions!! I need answers!!
Michelle
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2006 25 December :: 7.34pm
:: Mood: cynical
Merry Christmas, everyone. A day filled with socially retarded cousins, fattening food, and ackward gift-giving.
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2006 24 December :: 1.07am
:: Mood: aggravated
The worst day of my entire freaking life.
Today. Work. Horrible. Cry. I worked from three to midnight. It was suppose to be eleven thirty, but people are douche bags and shop at meijer and leave shit in places it doesn't belong and then I have to sort it from millions of shopping carts before I can go home the whole while telling everyone that approaches the service desk, "I'm sorry, we're closed for the night."
"You close? I thought you were open twenty four hours."
"The store, not the desk. We close at eleven."
They glance at the clock which reads [insert time between 11:01 and midnight].
"Well, could you still do this [return, price adjustment, exchange, sale of lottery or tobacco, or listen to me bitch about something you can do nothing about].
"No, I'm sorry, we're closed."
And I turn around, continue sorting out candles that stink of peppermint, cheaply made Christmas ornaments, and ugly little sweaters made for dogs, and ignore them.
Michelle
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2006 19 December :: 6.58pm
Official grades are in. 3.93.
It's pretty okay.
There's work tomorrow, and a dentist appointment. I'm getting metal in my head, again. Oh joyous.
Jessie is coming over later and we will commence gift giving. I am quite excited. No doubt.
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2006 19 December :: 9.49am
:: Mood: content
So many things to do today. Give blood (which I am finally able to do since I was blacklisted), go to coffee with Jenny, and get a present for mother's birthday. I know it doesn't seem like a lot, but it is.
I work tomorrow. And the next day, and the day after that. I work until I leave on the seventh.
I wrapped presents yesterday and realized that I still have more shopping to do. I wish I was still five and a macaroni card would do the trick. I like making things better, anyhow. I like being constructive.
The first thing I did this morning was wake up and play my flute. It was good.
Michelle
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2006 17 December :: 7.05pm
:: Mood: complacent
It's amazing that I don't update as much here as I do when I am at school. I blame that on two things : Having a life and friends here, and having a dial up connection that takes me five minutes to get to the woohu main page.
Christmas tree is up. Charlie Brown Christmas is on the telly. I've been bombarded by nonmusical Christmas songs for the past month. I baked cookies Friday. I went Christmas shopping yesterday. I wore my grandma snowman sweater the other day. And it still doesn't feel like Christmas. I guess it's just not one of those things you can't force.
I'm free until Wednesday. Get ahold of me and we'll romp.
Michelle
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2006 14 December :: 12.41pm
One more exam to go. Get car. Check out with RA. Drive home.
Jenny - Are you going to be at the middle school concert tonight? I am...you should come. If not, we need to get together this weekend!
Rueben - I probably won't answer my phone until I start driving home around three thirty.
Matt - I tried to call you last night, but it was busy.
Jessie - Feathers.
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2006 12 December :: 6.40pm
:: Mood: accomplished
I cleaned my room today. I took out two bags of trash from my side of the room alone. It was pretty crazy. Well, now I'm all packed up and ready to come home for some holiday fun! Call me, email me, send me poetry, I don't care, but get a hold of me if you want to hang out! I'll be back on Thursday, and then I leave again on January 7th (except this time, Rueben's coming with me!). It's all quite exciting.
I figured out that, if my English exam went well, I'll end up with all A's for the semester. Pretty good, I figured.
Ah, well, I miss you all, and hope to see you soon!
Michelle
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2006 11 December :: 7.18pm
:: Mood: cranky
Exam. Today. At eight a.m. I'm so tired.
It really wasn't an exam. It was extra credit for showing up and completing a survey about the class. We also got to listen to Woody Guthrie sing "This Land is Your Land."
Oh, and my professor read us "The Night Before Christmas."
I'm so glad the government is paying for part of my college.
My English exam was harsh. We'll see how I did. It unfortunately reminded me of AP lit with Mrs. Dolbee. I couldn't stop thinking "ample support."
Now I'm tired and I'm pretty sure I forgot to lock the dorm door. Oh well. I don't really have anything anyone can steal now, anyway.
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