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1.28.2001
lalalala. Yesterday was a useless day. Very. Today was useless too. I did half of my homework, if not less. I'm so unproductive. Go me. My neck hurts. Maybe I'm just tired. Yeah, that sounds right. I should go to sleep. One thing: Be nice to my host. Thank you. Don't be mean like Love. 1.26.2001
This is pathetic. It hasn't been a bad day for me or anything like that, but it has been ridiculous. We're supposed to be scheduling for next year, and my schedule is going to be majorly messed up. It's too hard to explain, but it's really really crazy, just take my word for it. I don't have enough slots for all my classes. Two happen to be at the same time. I refuse to give up either of them. Another reason why I'm worried about Scott. He just needs someone to "love", like Ryan. Ryan asked me a while ago if I liked anyone and couldn't believe it when I told him I didn't. Truth is? I don't. No one "appeals" to me, I guess. Well, appeal's the wrong word there. But I have a lot of friends who are guys, so I tend not to think of them as more than that. There's one guy, though, but I know there's no way that he'd like me, so I'm trying to forget about him. It's not impossible; I've done it before. I think that's my problem. But I know they don't like me, so it's not exactly a problem. Ryan said, "There are lots of girls I'd go out with, if I could." Gee, lucky him. He added that I wasn't one of them. I think I'm too much friend-friend. But I don't care. I tried to tell Scott what I thought about it and stuff, but he didn't really want to hear it, I don't think. He brushed it off a bit. He says he's not gonna be like Ryan, not so attached, at least, but I don't know if that's possible. And if it is, how would he know anyway? It's not like it's anything you could forsee and he's definitely not a fortune teller. My arms are tired. 1.25.2001
I forgot to tell to tell chick that I liked her poems Time and Wish On A Star. Well, here it is, on record. I'll tell her tomorrow. Sure, why not.
Scott has a new crush. I don't think he really likes her that much, though. I think he's just going along with it like he did last time, with Anna. I want him to be happy and all, like Ryan, but for Ryan, that's like near impossible. I wish I could help him, so badly. Ugh. Look at me. I'm babbling and you all don't even know what's been going on lately. Ugh. I don't have time to type. It's late. I feel like crap. [Did I happen to mention I hate my periods? I get the worst cramps. And Tylenol sucks.] I guess this is some sort of stream of consciousness sort of thing. Who knows. I'll get used to it, I guess. Why not. Ryan and I have had an awesome week. We kicked butt at the academic team tournaments this week. [Yes, I'm a geek. And the tournaments were in the middle of the week.] We did awesome in quick recall, our team rocks. God, I love playing. It's so much fun. The adrenaline is scary but I'm used to it now. [No, I did not use the Lord's name in vain. I'm Atheist, thank you very much.] OK, my legs are shaking. Not shaking. Well, yeah, shaking. I don't know why. They just are. Maybe I should go to bed. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. p.s. How many people actually visit this site? I have like 100+ hits. Who knows who bothers to read this. Certainly not too many. I need a guestbook. I'll get chick to help me w/ a megabook. It's pretty cool. I hate CGI. Completely. Utterly. Hate it. Stop shaking, Mina. Stop. I can't. I'm suck a freak. OK, I stopped. That worked. My eyes are shutting down. I'm going to bed. I stopped doing homework an hour ago. So why didn't I go to sleep? I don't know. Yeah, wait, Scott started talking to me about his new crush. He needs someone to like. I just hope he picked a good person to like--she's a bit emotionally unstable. Some sort of disorder, I think. But not like chick, not quite. Ugh. I hope everything goes ok. Good night. 1.14.2001
As long as it's been, this is finally up. My own online journal. Do not feel neglected if I do not write. I will. Bad things are bound to happen. 11.27.2000
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