>Nothing

My dad is officially a fucking asshole. He yelled at me for not doing the dishes after two fucking seconds. What a fucking nazi. I was putting it off, but he could have told me nicely. I should have known he was looking for someone to dump all his anger onto. I guess I’m a glutton for punishment. Anyway, he paid for my books ($380) , which I suppose is worth any undeserved yell. Anyway, I start philosophy and western civilization tomorrow, I’ll write about my classes today tomorrow. I don’t have the time, my back hurts, and I have to get to sleep. More later.

>Marilyn Manson - Dried Up, Tied Up, & Dead To The World

Finally looked up efficacy, it means the power to produce an effect. Sample sentence: My efficacy at making people stare is rarely impugned. I wonder if that’s the right context…hmm. Oh, they had to retake my college ID picture for some reason…just thought I’d note that. Well, I’m going to head back to the CR lounge even though it might lead me closer to the stinky hypocritical evil that is Natasha Burns.

>Rammstein - Sonne
Garbage - Nobody Loves You

I’m in the CR library, typing away. I woke from a dead sleep, got ready, and went to college today. I walked into the lounge, and there was Michelle, a friend from an earlier Age, the Age of freshman year. Out of the blue, she goes “Justina is getting married, she wants your address.” I was a bit incredulous for a few seconds, but sat down, and wrote out my address and phone number. I was really bored in the morning, so after listening to music for a while, I journeyed into the hall to get my schedule, but there was a line a mile long. I waited about twenty minutes, then went and waited. By then the line was only a few people. I’m wearing my new vinyl bondage pants zipped off into shorts, my CEREAL KILLER shirt, bondage boots, and my watch. Well, I got my schedule, and my first class doesn’t start until 1:30. And it’s Letko. But I’m ready….kinda. In an hour or so I’m going to find out what books I need, if I do it now the wait until 1:30 will feel sharply inexorable. I’m using my old sachel from sophomore/junior year, I need to get a new one, but there was no time. I haven’t even gotten my room completely into order. Oh god, whne I was sitting in the lounge, I saw FRICKIN NATASHA BURNS….and I quickly turned away. I think she might have seen me, she’s walking around outside now. God, I can’t stand her, she pretends to be bisexual (she’s straight as an arrow) and she reeks of body odor perpetually. I hope she doesn’t find me here, if she does I’m just going to post this and try to get the hell away. But, on a more…mundane note, I was reading this story in the CR newspaper about people who hack through fortress…they are so lame. Their “codenames” were “sniperx”, “xanthos”, and “killer_draxx”. How grievously, enormously lame. But they’re wannabe dorks, what can you expect? Anyway, I tried finding them using google, which wasn’t exactly smart because since they’re geeks you know they use google….but I hoped their geekitude would suffice for stupidity. I didn’t find them, and if I did, there was no contact information and/or location. Guess I’ll have to commend them…or maybe they’re not into web design. I really want to watch the Guns God & Government tour again, but it was Kelly’s DVD…she’s in Sacramento and I’m in hoopdeycrapland 7 hours away. Evil. Ewww….I just sneezed, it was a wet one. I’m going to go write about my bus trip….

I had a great time in Sac, the last day Kelly and I stayed up until like 4 watching Bowling For Columbine and the Guns God & Government tour. I loved Bowling For Columbine, it was scrumtrulescent. The next morning (after only 5 hours of sleep) I got up, crammed the last of my crap in my suitcase, and my aunt and I made our way downtown to the Greyhound station. It was cool, we talked about how Mike (my cousin) never talks…like at all, and how it’s so hard to get to know people like that. The door opened, and we hugged and I got on the bus. There weren’t that many people on this one, I had like my own enclave, it was so cool. All until I got to Santa Rosa. I DRAGGED all my stuff into the front of the terminal, and this guy was towing the bus I was supposed to go on. I had to wait FOUR HOURS in the blazing Santa Rosa heat until the replacement bus came. Even then, the replacement bus was full except for four seats, but since I was connecting I got one of them. I sat by this lady who I found out later was a siezure patient, she actually had two seziures on the bus. She gave me her phone number and everything, but I think she was just a disposable friend. She had too much of Ashley in her. I called my dad when we stopped for a “meal” (it was McGrease, so I didn’t eat), I called my dad and told him I’d be late. Then I called when I got to Eureka and we had kind of a little break and I called him then too, used up like three dollars on my frickin phone card using pay phones. The seziure lady got off at Eureka, and by then I was ravenously hungry and violently tired. I fell asleep sometime, and when I woke up my lunchbox and book were going back and forth across the floor of the bus, clanging against the seats…this mexican family was looking at me, but I didn’t care much about anything. I remember two of them talking about penises, one would go small penis, and they would laugh and go big penis, or something. I felt like screaming at them FUCKING SHUT UP! IT IS LIKE MIDNIGHT AND I AM TRYING TO SLEEP, YOU FUCKING PERVERTS!!! I picked up my stuff that was clanging on the floor, and kind of cuddled with it to keep it from sliding back and forth on every turn on the windy road, except for my book, which had gone under this mexican lady’s chair. I woke up, and hazily realized that we were driving through Crescent City. My book had drifted under this lady, so I had to fish it out of under her seat before I got off, but I got all my stuff, crammed it into the back of Dad’s truck (he was there waiting, I got there at 12:30 instead of 10). I unrolled my somewhat filthy covers and went to sleep after I’d performed my night ritual. I woke up the next morning and spent the whole day cleaning/decorating my room. I still have about a day’s worth of stuff to do, but I got my bed all situated, and I stole clean covers from the guest room since I had to wash clothes and didn’t have time to do the comforters/sheets I’d had from my mom’s house. I set up the computer and everything, and finally got it online very late (12) last night.