I'm so bored right now. I hate Political Science and I have a ton of homework to do for that class but it's so boring that I keep creating excuses to not do it. I have a test on the 11th. I don't understand anything that the professor says and it's probably because 1. I've never found politics to be of any interest, and 2. The school I went to fails at life and once you graduate, you realize that you didn't learn shit.
Luckily the teacher posts his lecture outlines online and the powerpoints he uses, so I can get that and attempt to teach this shit to myself... which is what I'm trying to do, and it's not working too well.
I don't even know why the heck I'm in this class. I think my little person who was putting me in classes forced me at gunpoint. It's a little hazy. She probably clubbed me in the side of the head and that's why I can't remember too well.

I've decided I'm in love with the song Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. It's amusing.

Kelly's always telling me how awful Cyanide and Happiness is... and he's completely right. I love how twisted it is though, and this one here.... well it's just as corrupt as they all are. And I still love it.


Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Anyway, class is supposed to start in like two minutes and our professor is no where to be found, and half of the class isn't here.
Interesting...

Homework kicks my ass.
I've never been a procrastinator, but I'm quickly finding myself becoming one. Not good. I need to step up and get it done so that I have more time to be on here and talking to my gorgeous red-head as opposed to taking numerous hours to do an assignment.

I'm also rather sad about the fact that I would have started school up there yesterday.... yeah. Not cool.
I'm tired of whinning about not being up there, but it's all I want to do.

I haven't really heard anything about gramma as of late. Last I knew they were bringing in a specialist to run some more tests... I don't know. It seems like if it were anything serious it wouldn't be drug out this long. I'm becoming rather skeptic of everything they say, which is nothing unless asked.
Whatever, I don't even want to think about it.

Something has become incredibly fucked up with our computer, so we're taking it to the shop tonight. Hopefully it won't be gone too long.
/pets
<3 it.
...is it sad that I don't want to disconnect the tower and hand it over to some madman yielding a ... tool used by madmen?
He'll know what he's doing... he's gotta.
<.<
>.>

I'm ready to leave.
My mom and I just don't get along, and I feel like I'm the lead role in one of those cheap tv drama's where the daughter's all "woe is me, my mom hates me..." and then cries on whomever's shoulder is nearest.
That's far from where I am, I don't care if mom doesn't like me. I just want her to get off my fucking back. Her goal in life, I swear, is to rip every ounce of happiness out of every living thing surrounding her.
She was so happy that I was staying here for a while longer, and I was naive enough to think it would make her, if not nicer, at least a little more bareable. I was off big time. It seems to have registered in her head "oh, hey, she's still here. I can get in some extra jabs and insult her as much as I want now."
It probably wouldn't be so bad if she showed the same hostility she has towards me to everyone else in my family. Not that they escape it all together, or that I wish they had to put up with the same shit that I have to, but I don't know what I did to deserve it all.

Anyway, enough crying from me. It's too hard to understand her and there's no point in trying to. 18 years hasn't changed a thing, I don't expect it to change in the future.

Yesterday morning I was home alone, and the phone rang and the caller ID said it was from Phoenix, Arizona. I don't know anyone from Arizona. I answer and no one said anything, and then you could hear them breathing heavily. Creeped me out, so I hung up.
Then that afternoon same number called again. Same results, as well, only this time the heavy breathing started right up, no pause.
We all went out to eat and went grocery shopping last night and didn't get back until late, so I don't know if they called again, there wasn't any messages from them, so I figured it was just some weirdo and it was done with.
They freaking called again this morning. Now I'd told dad about it, and when they called this morning he answered, and they hung up right away. He's like "Rachel you answer it if they call again and then give me the phone."
I looked up the number online and it's a cell number from Verizon Wireless but it didn't give the name of who it belongs to.
It's actually kind of cool. I feel like I'm in one of those cheesey mystery books or something.

I finally bought the Plain White T's cd. I liked it. A lot of lovey stuff, which is what I need right now in my life.

Schoolzorz
I had my first class today. It was pretty crappy.
It's a five hour orientation class in which you learn all these things that are really stupid and boring. Except for the computer part. That's interesting, learning how to use all the programs and messing around with them. That I enjoy.
As for the "Well you see now, class, if you get a 1.5 GPA ... that's not going to suffice. You need to get it higher.Ok?" "*mumbles*" "ok... now... do this 80 question quiz on GPA's and why you should strive to maintain a high one. Ready? Go."
I'd much prefer to cut out my own liver than to return to the next class. Luckily there's only two remaining. Granted, that is 10 more hours of my fucking life that I'll spend wishing to swallow anti-freeze.
Plus the smelly kid in the class sat by me.
You'd think that by the age of 18+ you'd learn that deoderant is useful and infact needed. I mean, I get if you can't afford it, but good grief, this kid had on a fucking Hollister shirt. I'm sure he can go to the dollar store and get some deoderant.
Anyway we got a new desk and I got it all set up. Tis sweet. It was too long to have it against the wall that we had the old desk on, so it's on the wall adjacent to it, and it's weird. Plus now I can't turn to the left and watch tv, I have to turn all the way around.
Suckage.

Anyway, since I've not yet posted it, Kelly and I talked and we're now doing fine. Still together. 11 months and 4 days. Pretty exciting stuff.
<3 him.