Fucking fuck. I’m stuck here for five hours after Poli Sci. I hate it–well, Daniela wasn’t in Religions so I just ogled Nalen the whole time. He has such an amazing body–I hope he never opens his mouth and proves beyond a doubt that he’s stupid. Well, he couldn’t be stupider than certain people who will remain nameless. Um, talked to Jeanine a bit in the class, she was dreading the potluck thing tonight in Photography. I’m dreading it because I can’t get any work done. But I will get to eat the deviled eggs. Yum! Maybe that’s a reason to stay, I don’t know. Well, Diane (the teacher) will finally see what work I’ve done. I wonder if she’ll like any of it. Perhaps so, perhaps not. I’ve already finished the poetry assignment. I wonder what she’ll have me do next. I’ve made some really cool prints with those transparency thingies. Transparency thingies. I’m now officially Liz Gaddy. God. I sent Christine an e-mail–she wanted me to come over and get the movie at Danielle’s house, but as Danielle’s parents have made it so abundantly clear that they never want me in the same zip code as their house, we’re going to have to work something out. I made this one print with a chart of simulacra I got from the net, but it was too big, so I printed out another one today. Perhaps I’ll print out another transparency while I’m just sitting here. Oh!!!! I called the Crescent Shitty library and asked them if they had Valley of the Dolls and they said yes! I had the chick hold it for me, I’m going to try to get Jordan to drive me there before six when they close. I hope he magically got some gas. Oooh, I can’t wait to read it and to eat deviled eggs. Eek! food. Oh, Daniela and I took our Poli Sci test and then went and ate lunch at Cazadores, I had fried ice cream for the first time, it was so good! Then we went over to her house to watch movies. We watched Boxing Helena, it was so strange. We had to fast-forward through the end though, Daniela was late picking up her little sister. I didn’t wash my hair today–big mistake. It’s all oily and disgusting. I hate it. I need to wash my face. Right goddamn now. FUCKING FUCK! It’s only been seven minutes. I fucking swear, when I’m with cool people an hour will feel like a second. Fuck. It’s never going to be 5:00

Ack! Liz is so inordinately stupid. I’m reading her last post. I can’t wait to see what she gets on her SATs. She can’t beat my verbal scores with a stick. I don’t remember what they are, but I remember they were in the 90-100th percentile. Something like 94th percentile. I have them on my wall, I’ll post them later.

Liz’s blog. If she asks, you didn’t get the URL from me.

http://www.opendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=B244387

If this link doesn’t work, go to www.opendiary.com and search for the username +shibby+.

Um…went home with Jordan, he made deviled eggs for the photography potluck thing while I tried to make gingerbread, but I had the wrong recipe so I ended up making gingerbread cake–very unfortunate. But the deviled eggs turned out fine. Um, I think I’m going to do good on my PoliSci test and my photography midterm. I wish we had open lab night instead of the potluck, but I guess sometimes there has to be breaks from work. Um, I was kind of in a bad mood–Jordan said something that was flagrantly wrong (that we really don’t smell things, we mostly taste them) and that really pissed me off and I ended up calling him stupid. That was kind of unfortunate, but I went and opened up Encarta (my computer encyclopedia) and showed hime the “Sense of smell” entry that confirmed reality, that we mostly smell things, and tastes are mostly smelling things. Then we were talking about something else–oh, on my refrigerator there’s a George Bush magnet that says a Bush quote: “They misunderestimated me” and I was saying that it would be worth a lot of money in the future, like if it was an “I like Ike” pin. I was all “tell me about that” and he said that Ike was a presidential candidate that ran and lost. I was all, wasn’t “Ike” the president Dwight D. Eisenhower? Handy-dandy encyclopedia, and I was right again. I feel bad about being right most of the time and having all these facts floating around in my head. Maybe this is a relationship more out of convenience than anything else. We like each other–let’s go out. I dunno. The sex has become very uninteresting, although that’s mostly my fault. I’ve just been so tired during the week, I don’t want to go some insane place to fuck. Maybe this weekend we’ll do something interesting, but I am just SO exhausted. Um, he left, and I iced my cake. I tried it–didn’t really like it, but I know I’ll be eating it anyway. I didn’t have any ingredients to make a good cake. Um, I read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest for a while, then went to sleep. I’m in the Drift Office now, and Mike Ovick is installing InDesign on one of the computers in here. I can’t wait to fool around with it. This morning my dad is all “you need to clean up the kitchen” which really pissed me off, so I put on my headphones and just pictured the various ways of doing him to death–doing a mental compare and contrast on every competing method. I am really in favor of cancer, it would bankrupt him and kill him at the same time–glorious. And it might even bankrupt his mother. Ooh! I need a towel. Um–I’m actually awake for Religions, an amazing phenomenon. I can’t seem to find my wallet, but I really haven’t looked for it yet. I just want to check out a book from the library, but don’t have my card. Maybe I’ll ask her if I can do it anyway if I have my social security number. She might do it. I searched and searched that library, and all I found was Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities. It’s a nice edition though, with easy-to-read text, so that’s why I want to read that version of it. Damn no library card. It sucks we won’t get to work today–with the potluck and everything. Maybe I’ll go in early and make some enlargements. Hmm. Well, back to the grindstone. Grindstone–lol. I’m making transparencies for the next time I have photography.