Yeah, it's that time again...time to complain! Yaaaayyyy...

I just wanna say that I'm fuckin fed up with school. Yeah I know, who isn't. But this time I studied my ass off for ochem (and I don't mean last minute cramming, I mean making it my priority for two god damn weeks) and I got a worse grade than when I didn't...and that is really discouraging. The worst thing is that I knew the shit but I've forgotten how to read and follow directions. It just sucks though because what more can you do than study hard?

I seriously always want to just be a psychology major because it's easy, but I don't think I can live knowing that I settled for less. Also, I don't believe in psychology, as I tell everyone I discuss my major with. Hypocritical, yes. Too late to change majors, yes. At least it's interesting. I can say that much.

This Thanksgiving I will be thankful for Thanksgiving, because Veteran's Day wasn't enough. Lastly, word to the wise: don't eat bean and cheese burritos and expect to be free of pent-up gas for the following six hours or so. Let's just say I feel bad for my roommate.

Hidey ho kids...I'm at the library and it's taking me forever to do my physics, so I thought I'd make things better by going on Xanga too. Maybe then I will be able to finish my work faster. (You might have now realized why physics is taking forever.)

Anyway, one kind of interesting thing that happened today was that I was at the vending machines and this big old guy who looked pretty weird walked up and kept asking me how to use one of them. First he asked me if it only took quarters. Then he asked me how you get the food out. I was like uhh...open it. (It was one of those where they sell the apples for 60 cents (ripoff), the machines that spazz out and keep turning by themselves.) So he opened it but not all the way, then it closed on him and he yelled, "FUCK! FUUUUCKK!", trying about a hundred more times to open it just to be sure. I backed away slowly and sat down on a bench. He came and sat on the one next to me and he was breathing all hard and shit. Thank God I was on the phone because he kept staring at me. To think I ever expected to be a psychiatrist...

Which reminds me, one time me and Jackson were sitting outside Murphy and this lady picking at the trash accused us of "maaashin' lips" and "mashin up the new baby" and "mishin' and mashin'" and such. It was quite weird. And scary. I wish I didn't keep remembering it but I dooo :( Haha. It seems like the more you try to act invisible, the more they notice you...