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:: 2006 24 November :: 12.45pm

3 orgiasticals | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 24 November :: 12.30pm

Thanksgiving.

Work.

Feet hurt.

Loverly.

3 orgiasticals | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 21 November :: 1.35pm

I will be home at approximately ten p.m. for all of those who wanted to know.

Jessie: I expect a romp with you within just a few days of my return.

Michelle

:: 2006 20 November :: 6.32pm
:: Mood: contemplative

I lay down exhausted,
But sleep will not come.

I get up,
Wash my face,
Put on new night clothes.
But sleep,
Sleep will not come.

I cease my thoughts,
Lie blank, staring.
But sleep,
Sleep will not come.

I recite these lines,
An unorthodox prayer.
My eye lids grow heavy,
I try to remember these lines
For the morning.
Creativity comes,
In this void of time.
When all I wish is
To remember until morning.
And sleep,
Sleep comes,
At a most inappropriate time.

:: 2006 20 November :: 3.18pm

ANT 175 Archeaology of the Americas
EDU 107 Intro to Education
ENG 175 Intro to literary analysis
ENG 232 American Lit Real-present
PSC 105 Intro to amer. govern.
MUS 186U UNIVERSITY BAND!!

All of my classes are in the same building, except for uband of course, and they're all on MWF.

Heh. 16 credit hours, baby.

:: 2006 19 November :: 11.07pm

Laundry.
Tired.
Grumpy.

No energy for a real entry, although I have so much bottled up inside that I need to write about that one will be coming soon. I hate how when I wait to write, everything just doesn't come out right. When the passion for the moment has been replaced by reason and thought, I've lost any spark of creativity I might have possessed. Everything just comes out wrong after I mull it over.

Michelle

:: 2006 18 November :: 4.57pm
:: Mood: contemplative

I'm so excited that my car is fixed. I just went and got it from the parking lot in no man's land, and went and put gas in her (and got a cherry coke). I drove her all around and it made me happy.

And, I have half way good shifts for Thanksgiving weekend. 3p-11:30p on Thurs, Fri, and Sat. Of course, I'm sure I'll be staying into the wee hours on Thursday night/ Friday morning. Friday is what we in retail call "Black Friday". It's the most busy shopping day of the entire year, and it all started with the four a.m. sales. Last year they had lines of thirty people at all the open registers at four a.m.

The holiday season is starting!

Michelle

:: 2006 18 November :: 2.11pm
:: Mood: cranky

It's like when you eat all of the marshmallows out of the alphabets box and all you're left with is the dry, tasteless, cardboard-like letters.

I figured out all the classes I need to take to graduate from college. From my calculations, I have to take 17 credit hours every semester to get out of here in four years.

Sometimes I feel like the world is just trying to screw me over on purpose.

:: 2006 16 November :: 4.55pm

Headache.

Stomach Ache.

Tontie.

I love the tinkling sound of frozen water droplets bombarding the dead brown leaves that hang lifeless on the tree.

5 orgiasticals | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 15 November :: 5.55pm

Poised, Ready, Forgetful.

Forgive me, for I have been cranky.

:: 2006 14 November :: 8.30pm

A very emotional night.

Add that to the fact that I'm pms and irritable and I have a ton of homework to do and an exam tomorrow...

and that makes me a mess.

The girl that sits next to me in U-Band is such a bitch. So I talked to the director after rehearsal and asked if I could move. The director told me that she would move the other girl and that she knew the girl was a control freak and said mean things to me.

Stupid me. If it wasn't for all these hormone things, I wouldn't have started tearing up. But I did.

Goodness, sometimes I'm such a huge baby.

Michelle

:: 2006 13 November :: 1.38pm

Well, shit.

:: 2006 12 November :: 8.10pm
:: Mood: contemplative

Trash is gone.

Homework:

Yeats
Seven page paper
Lab Report
Exam Wednesday

That is all.

3 orgiasticals | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 11 November :: 8.51pm

Someone got their nipple pierced today.

And it wasn't me.

[rants about big boobs]

me+last night=upset stomach

I'm a math genius.

Michelle

[edit]
Trash still not gone. Smells awful.

:: 2006 9 November :: 4.59pm
:: Mood: Freaking OUT

I pretty much want to throw up right now.

I had an inkling. I thought I was just be over sensitive. It couldn't possibly be true. I was wrong.

God. Eww. Disgusting.

So it turns out that everything is just...

I don't even know.

I feel like such an idiot. Stupid Stupid Stupid.

:: 2006 8 November :: 10.33am

49 to 49
Stayed up until two a.m. watching election results. Very tired. I hate TAIT. It's stupid.

Awake, but not happy about it.

:: 2006 7 November :: 1.28pm

I have a fairly large biology exam at three. I think I'm fairly prepared. I taught five kids from my lecture the material we've been going over for the past four weeks in three hours last night.

I marvel at how some make it through the education system to higher education.

4 orgiasticals | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 6 November :: 10.07am
:: Mood: content

It's actually quite warm out today. I trudged to my computer lecture only to sit there and stare at the powerpoint on the screen. I don't even take notes in that class, and as usual, we got out fifteen minutes early today. I trudged back to the towers and went to the computer lab. I read spark notes on "To the Lighthouse" by Virginia Woolf. It's one of those novels you can appreciate, but not like in the least bit. I read twenty five of the prescribed eighty pages. Spark notes saves my life. I have little patience for novels. I'm more of a short story/ poetry kind of girl. Then again, if this novel actually had a plot, then maybe it would be more interesting. Stream of conciousness is admirable, but leaves much to be desired.

Michelle

:: 2006 5 November :: 5.12pm

Remember, remember the fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
We see no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot!

Guy Fawkes, guy, t'was his intent
To blow up king and parliament.
Three score barrels were laid below
To prove old England's overthrow.

By god's mercy he was catch'd
With a darkened lantern and burning match.
So, holler boys, holler boys, Let the bells ring.
Holler boys, holler boys, God save the king.

And what shall we do with him?
Burn him!

4 orgiasticals | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 4 November :: 4.09pm

In the computer lab waiting for laundry.

My intent is not to offend anyone.

I write what I see, what I think, what I feel.

I understand those aren't the same things the rest of you see, think, or feel.

Michelle

7 orgiasticals | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 3 November :: 2.39pm
:: Mood: mellow

They say drugs are a crutch. Some people use them to escape reality. I take that back. All people use them to escape reality. Their reality. They�re an escape from failure, from success, from whatever you don�t like about your life. But there are so many other crutches that aren�t even acknowledged. Food, exercise, writing, reading, or self injury. A parent living out his or her dreams through their child. It�s anything that creates an escape. Our world, our reality, is full of these crutches that we use to hobble away from the reality we created for ourselves.

:: 2006 31 October :: 9.56am
:: Mood: amused

I had some of the craziest dreams last night.

One of them involved Brett. Yes, Brett, I dreamed about you.

Anyway, it was really odd. Brett was behind many of the journals on woohu. He created and was posting on them as the person, but it was really him.

And I uncovered the conspiracy.

It was pretty fucked up.
Then again, so was I.

Michelle

:: 2006 30 October :: 3.24pm
:: Mood: contemplative

"We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless"

-T.S. Eliot

Every day I learn more, and realize more. I become aware. But that doesn't make it any less difficult.

:: 2006 29 October :: 10.22pm

It's worth noting...

The scariest thing on television tonight isn't the showing of Spooky Hollow, or The Exorcist. It's not the scary marathon about ghosts on the family channel.

It's the two Republicans arguing over immigration on Fox News.

I watched in horror as I ate my pinapple cup with chop sticks and mulled over my recent addiction to sushi.

Michelle

:: 2006 29 October :: 4.00pm

Some drugs are not bad for you. Yes, some physically harm you, but legal drugs do the same, tobacco and caffeine, for example.

People who don't like people doing drugs are bad for you.

Don't knock it until you've tried it.

And lastly, hippies don't suck, and just because you do drugs doesn't mean you're a hippy. And, if it was indeed true that only hippies do drugs, this world would be a better place, because everyone wouldn't be unintelligent assholes that don't know what the fuck they're talking about, and stupid enough to know that hardly anyone really likes them.

Michelle

:: 2006 28 October :: 4.21pm

Jessie is here at CMU with me. I'm extraordinarily excited. Earlier, we romped about the campus. Next, I believe we'll prance to Meijer. Either way, I'm sure it's going to prove to be a most fantastically enjoyable occasion.

Good Day.

Michelle

:: 2006 27 October :: 11.20am

"Now it is autumn and the falling fruit
and the long journey towards oblivion.

The apples falling like great drops of dew
to bruise themselves an exit from themselves.

And it is time to go, to bid farewell
to one's own self and find an exit
from the fallen self."

-D.H. Lawrence
From
"The Ship of Death"

8 orgiasticals | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 26 October :: 6.54pm

Sometimes I can just feel this pressure well up inside of me, encompassing my heart. I get cold, and shiver, even when the air is warm. My eyes well up with moisture, ready to burst at any moment. The back of my throat aches with every beat of my heart. I become despondant, distant, a type of concentrated deliriousness. My lips become dry, a shiver runs through my shoulders. The hair that fell in front of my face remains unmoved.

I stare at the screen, or some other distant or imaginary object. I can't think of anything else.

What is this feeling?

1 orgiastical | don't question bruce dickenson

:: 2006 25 October :: 10.04am
:: Mood: bored

So...
Would you say your nose crotch has had an important effect on your recent health?

If so, explain.

Thank you.