Well, this is embarrassing. I haven't written an entry in so long that I can't remember my xanga password. Couldn't I have had it e-mailed to myself? Meh, wasn't worth it. I guessed the one for my lj after a few tries, but lately for some reason I think the key to unlocking most sites is my student ID and school mail password. Actually it's not for some reason, but for one very precise reason that I can tell you right now: classsssssssss. I decided not to procrastinate this year, so while I'm significantly less stressed out, I have no time to do anything. I'm up at 4:30 in the morning usually, trucking myself off to our library and working my little bones to the finger (...what?) until class. Then I go to class, come home and work some more and talk to Abraham until 10 or 11.

Every so often this routine will be broken by a lame project (i.e. registering for new classes) or a long-lost, long-distance I-knew-you-in-high-school friend that's just come into town. Like today, Chloe of Iowa and I went to Willow Bend and had pizza with John B-B-B-Berry. THAT was fun. I thought reading constitutional law cases where crusty old ladies tried to get out of paying their taxes for the Maternity Bill was fun, but boy was I wrong. John had to carry Chloe's leftovers the whole time and called me a dumb bitch because I said California Pizza Kitchen was abbreviated CPK instead of CAPK. We also hung around Delia's for like, an hour, because Chloe couldn't find jeans she wanted and she kept saying she was fat, and John made fun of her for being fat because she's not, but I really am fat so John could only make fun of me for being slutty. There was also a stop at the Apple Store where we ran into a cashier named Ben. Not our Ben, but everything about him was hilarrrrrious, including his name. He looked like a really gay Greg Bussell, with his bangs and face and name tag, and he called the thing you slide the credit card through "this guy right here."

So I figured all that was a reason to give this journal a shiny new entry. That's all :O)
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This entry will make me seem hella shallow. Well, I am hella shallow, but I only have been for the past couple of days, seriously. I didn't expect school to be THIS stressful. Abraham helps with a lot of it though. Anyway, after two weeks without my mother and one week of trucking myself to classes, I got the shopping bug. Even though I should be getting to my case homework now, I thought I'd let all you bitches know that not only did I satisfy my itch, I acheived shopping nirvana.

LogiTech iPod home stereo

600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets

Erno Laszo press powder

And this Marc Jacobs dress, except I got it from Neimans, not Saks, because the people at Saks don't know anything. It's a size 6, silk, fits like a dream and the detailing is gorgeousssssss. I've always been in love with Marc Jacobs and wanted one of his pieces. Just one thing! Now I have it and I'm keeping it forever. it's the holy grail of shopping, for me anyway, because I hate shopping but love designer clothes and can never afford them.

by the way, don't ask me how I financed this expedition. Just know that I didn't lay down my V-card.

goddddd this semester is going to be amazing. I dropped Romantic Century Art because the building is just too far away, and I would've had that class smack dab in between two others. Instead, my philosophy class got tacked on for sure. So I'm at 15 hours right now and it looks like a pretty decent workload, and I'm not falling behind on my hours toward graduation. :O)

Okay, so the low down on the first day. I get to school, buy some water at the student union, head to class, and run into three people I know who are on their way to the same building. It's definitely easy to spot the freshman now that I'm in my second half of this college thing, it's weird. The way they act and walk around is mad different. And they're small. Not gonna lie, it was pretty cool to feel so fucking boss. Did anyone else have this epiphany when they moved in or went to class?

Anyway, we all meet up and it turns out that a couple of us have the same class, and then mohamed has his class in the room right next to mine, so after the 11 o'clock mohamed and I both had an hour and a half break. We walked around in the heat. Mohamed has somehow aged 50 years since I last saw him three weeks ago. He was handing out criticism on all the smu socialites, like yelling, especially about this one kid who was driving his new lamborghini around campus all day, "A LITTLE DISCRETION?!"

At 2 I had Japanese Government, and it seems like an interesting but pretty basic class. The reading is light. Professor Sakamoto (I know, I'd be jealous too) concentrates more on helping us develop research paper skillz. I've had 12 political science class, so my skills are pretty far along. I'm gonna work hard though, cos whenever somebody says they have something down they end up failing. at life. Tomorrow is gonna be funnnnnn, more philosophy and some con law. woo!

okay okay was on the phone with PAM, the goddess of studies delight, like i remember how the girl was BOOKIN IT to study in high school and in college too. she's real cool, so anyway we're on the phone and i'm all "hahaha omg I'm taking 18 hours this semester what d'ya think?" and she said "...Suicide?" well, not really, that's what she would have said if she were clever, but bless her heart she's simple (omgjaykaypamelamai<3you) .... anyway, she said something like "Hermmm 18, that's a lot, I'm even only taking 15 and I might drop a class."

And that's when I realized that my six classes might be a bit much. But I either do it now, or senior year, because I've been taking 12 hours since spring semester of freshman year and while I have ample summer and high school credits, it's not enough. Two of these six classes are hella easy for me, PHIL 1318 which is this class where you sit around and talk about abortion and Nelson Mandela, and ARHS 1331. I always thought art history was cake cos it's just like memorizing lines kind of. And I might not even get into the tough PHILosophy class if the prof decides it's too full.

whatever, I'm so excited about school this year it's not even funny. it's gonna be awesomeeeee, especially the night class that freakin EVERYONE in the poli sci dept is taking with the cute new professor. and mohamed's gonna be aroundddd, and abe is coming hereeee, and joseph and i will talk about UTUTttttttt, and four out of my six professors are hotttttttt, and the material in the classes is incredible. oh, LSATs this summer. not exciting. poop.

abe is back from new york :O) If you didn't already know, he and his family were taping and episode of this new show called Dr. Keith Ablow (kind of like Dr. Phil but more serious and mad scripted, I think it's gonna suck), and they talked about the clutter in his mom's house. They also went to his house before the show to tape the clutter and do a little intro tape or whatever. Here's the funny part: Abe practically narrates the whole fucking thing, like, in the intro tape AND in the show. The producers were trying to bone him or something. I think the show will air at the end of september, but I'll keep an eye out and tell you what day it is if anybody's interested. which they're probably not. but they should be, because they'd also get to see how effed up his mom is, and see his INTENSE brother and is psycho sister (the people I spent 6 days with in chicago woot woot), and how mad hot he is. Although, the hair and makeup people flatironed his hair so he says he looked bad on the show but nice in the tape. I guess we'll just have to see about that.

things are looking up. my mommmm made me breakfastttttt, which was really nice. And she just took me to see the devil wears prada, and people have called me and left messages, and also I think I'm going to be able to squeeze some more cash out of my dad for chicago. yay!

so today is my birthday. I was born five minutes ago, twenty years ago. Cornelius and I went to see Stick It tonight at the dollar movies. Everything else was sold out, and people started buying tickets to it by default. I think Corn and I were the only ones who came to Movies 10 that night with the intention of viewing Stick It, and I can't understand why because that movie was funnnnnn! It's essentially the gymnastics version of Bring It On, and the characters are probably incapable of speaking without saying something smart-assy, which is fine by me because the result is lines like:

"Whatever, Pariah Carey."

"You're just deja jealous."

"I earned my spot, I'm practically dalmation."

"That's so cliche."
"Okay, original recipe, you come up with something better."

"Call me."
"Stalk you."

"Whatever, rebel without applause."

Also, I spent the afternoon at Sheri's catching up with Chloe and Corn together. On a smelly blanket. It was fun, way more fun than the past hour.

so i was watching jumanji for the first time in years today, and at the end the game washes up on some shore, and i always thought the kids were speaking in chinese.

but it's french.

i was a stupid kid.

just ... oh my god. am i being insensitive? i don't think so, i think this is a balls-awful poem and could have made the most intense PO round EVER:


Once,
On yellow paper, with green lines, he wrote a poem,
And called it "Chops",
Because that was the name of his dog,
And that’s what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And a gold star,
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door,
And read it to all his aunts.
That was the year his sister was born,
With tiny toenails and no hair,
And Father Tracy took them to the zoo
And let them sing on the bus.
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a Christmas card
Signed with a row of x's.
And his father always tucked him in at night,
And he was always there to do it.

Once,
On white paper, with blue lines, he wrote another poem.
And he called it "Autumn"
Because that was the name of a season,
And that’s what it was all about.
And the teacher gave him an "A"
And told him to write more clearly.
And his mother didn’t hang it on the kitchen door
Because the door
Had just been painted.
That was the year his sister got glasses,
With black frames and thick lenses.
And the kids told him why father and mother
Kissed a lot,
And that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews,
And the girl around the block laughed
When he went to see Santa Claus at Macy’s.
And his father stopped tucking him in bed at night,
And got mad when he cried for him to.

Once,
On paper torn from his notebook, he wrote another poem,
And he called it "Question Marked Innocence",
Because that was the name of his grief
And that’s what it was all about.
And the professor gave him an "A"
And a strange and steady look.
And his mother never hung it on the door
Because he never let her see it.
That year he found his sister necking on the back porch
And his parents never kissed, or even smiled.
And he forgot how the end of the "Apostle’s Creed" went,
And Father Tracy died.
And the girl around the block wore too much make-up
That made him cough when he kissed her,
But he kissed her anyway.

Once,
At 3 a.m., he tucked himself in bed,
His father snoring soundly.
He tried another poem, on the back of a pack of matches,
And he called it "absolutely nothing"
Because that’s what it was all about.
And he gave himself an "A"
And a slash on each damp wrist,
And hung it on the bathroom door,
Because he couldn’t reach the kitchen.

Healthy Choice ice cream is superior to the new Weight Watchers stuff. Take my word on this. WW has less on the popsicle stick than HC but with the same amount of calories, wtf. I'm not watching the Will and Grace series finale. I think I have 150 dollars in late library fees. Ummmmmm


UMMMMMMM

my right temple hurts and there's pastel shavings on the carpet next to my foot.AHHH someone's calling

I just read this thing over from top to bottom and it sounds hella lame/boring. Maybe because I'm kind of documenting this against my will, but I think it'll be good to have it all down. Anyway it was fun for me, so shut up. Or read, or something.

The first five days of summer have been incredible. At first I just slept a lot, but now I've got so much energy I'm only getting seven hours max a night. My summer class starts June 1st, so I'm trying to get as much done as possible before that starts up.

First, Mother's Day, which actually took place on Wednesday for me: I bought mom's present while school was still going on, and gave it to her early. It was a really pretty dress. I knew we were going out on Saturday with my brother's old college friend Oliver, so I wanted her to wear it to that, and what with Saturday being before Mother's Day ... http://www1.talbots.com/talbotsonline/product/largeritem.aspx?BID=S2006136083031048C2B558DAC48A1A9C495&item=L115687&h=M&pfid=1427
I just went to Talbots and picked the first dress I saw, she loves that store. And she loved this, so yay.

Also, my Feels record and Match Point dvd came in the mail that day. I listened to/watched both.

Thursday I actually ended up spending the whole afternoon with Mom. She bought me pretty things and now I have a summer wardrobe. I haven't been to the mall in ages because I hate people, but it's so empty because all the highschoolers are still in session. So now I love it. I'll hate it again in a couple of weeks. I'll hate the cinemaroo, too. We saw Mission Impossible III, which was lovely. It made me like Tom Cruise again even after his shenanigans.

Friday I spent the afternoon cleaning my room and car. They're still not done -- I'm actually going to organize my papers from this semester since they might come in handy in the near future. I've already started working toward my concentration within my minor: American Politics, which is crazy because I always thought I'd do international law. But I hate international law and Kobylka and Simon, the best professors in the department, teach American. SO now that I have my concentration picked out, I figure my case notes from this past semester will be repeated in the next couple of years. I have to put them in folders or something, I don't know, my clothes are all picked up but now I have five 15-page papers, infinite outlines, and 114 case breifs lying about.

Friday night I spent with Benface and Caple, and their friend Matt came along. We saw Art School Confidential. That movie is ... wow. I liked the first half, I laughed a lot, I know what art school kids can be like and these were trashy art school kids, so it was pretty funny. But that whole thing about the strangler, and then the ending, well, whatever. It was nice to see those boys.

So Saturday rolls around, I see my trainer for the first time in a couple of weeks and he nearly kills me on the chest fly machine, then I go to Paul Frank to buy undies (realllll cute) and then Oliver and his new wife come over for dinner. It was okay, Oliver and my brother talk to each other for the most part, but his wife was really nice and we had a lot in common. My parents were REALLY nice to them, holy shit. I forgot how good their english was, lately I've only heard them use it to call in pest control. I was all nervous about them meeting any boy I brought home, but now I'm much more comfortable with the idea. I don't know if I'll still do it, though. Probably not until I'm engaged.

On Sunday I tried to make my mother cornbread waffles, but as I was going out to buy a waffle iron, mom stopped me. She wouldn't let me buy one, wtf. *I* wanted those waffles too. Whatever, I'm buying one today. It was pretty awful though, after that ordeal I didn't feel like eating anything all day, but I forced down some red meat around 6:15.

Monday is probably my favorite so far. Erin gave me a call, she was back from Auburn with her new boy Kevin. We tried going to Moe's but they were closed, said they had moved to Northpark Mall in Dallas. Northpark is only ten minutes away with my tolltag, so we ventured there. IT WASN'T OPENED YET. this is the only Moe's around ... it had better open soon. We ended up eating at PF Changs in the mall, which was nice depite the moe blunder. All three of us ordered the same drink/entree by accident, we got free noodles from our waiter, double fortune cookie fun, and I bought erin and kevin dessert. We came back to Plano and I saw MI III again, and yeah, i actually wanted to, but then i'm silly. I've missed Erin sooooo much, it was wonderful to see her. I don't think I've been out in the middle of the night since January, except at the library. That doesn't count.

Today I'm going to put on a bra and go to Hobby Lobby to get art stuff. I'm going to finish a couple of things before school starts again and I have no time. Also, I think I am in love with Abraham. yayyyy