I know what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head


You know. I really hate school and I’m sick of being here. And it’s probably dangerous for me to be typing something in preparation for blogging, but I just do not care.

I’m in the RC right now, and I’m trying to do research on social psychology, because I’m a dork and I think the study of group dynamics is interesting, though obviously not interesting enough to actually pay attention to for more than half an hour. But hey, that’s pretty good.

I would like to point out that these laptops in the RC are nothing but huge obnoxious pieces of crap. I mean, we fork over like a billion dollars in tuition so they can buy us these four-year-old Toshibas with windows 2000? Hell. They are Pentium threes. Not that I’m a computer nerd or anything, but I know what works and what doesn’t. Come on- is it so much to ask for a little XP in here? And maybe a keyboard that doesn’t cause you to hit like six million extra keys when you go to type.

I’m getting carpal tunnel syndrome.

OMG! So yesterday I decided to ride my bike around, and I went through Clague Park in order to enjoy the wonder of a swing set, but alas, there was a cook out of some sort going on, and no free swings. So I went and meandered for a bit, and then decided to go to Kristen’s. So I got there, and commanded her to take me to a swing set, and we went swinging!! Yeah, it was super fun and you’re jealous, there’s no use in lying about it.

Then of course, the Lost season finale was on. Such an excellent show. Don’t know what I’d do without it. Two hours of tension and pain, and alas, no end. But that’s okay, because now I’m just in horrible anticipation for season two. And naturally I have decided to buy season one on DVD. They’ll release it, right? I do hope so. I shall purchase it.

So I am sitting here, basically staring around at nothing. Katie here has many, many rings. I want one of those colada rings. Um. That’s not how it’s spelled. Sorry I’m not proficient in the ways of Gaelic. But yes, I believe they are fun, and even though it is conformist like because many people have them, I still want one. However, Caitlin once told me you are not supposed to buy it for yourself, it’s like bad luck or something, you’re supposed to get it from someone who cares about you. So I guess I will make mother buy me one- one of these days. I like shiny things.

Well, class is drawing to a close. I might blog later. Aye. Avast.