I just saw the sorta-hot obviously gay guy that used to work at Miller’s market. He’s sorta hot. I’m bored. My eyes are dry. Perhaps I’ll put some visine for contacts in them. I can’t stand those obese women with rolling backpacks. They should all be excecuted. I’ve seen Sam (the editor) quite a few times today. He seems busy. I’m not busy. I’m lazy. I’m officially going to put in some visine. That feels kinda good. Refreshing. Someone is wearing perfume, it smells delicious. I wish everybody marinated in perfume, it’s very pleasant. It’s 9:12. I wonder if Daniela got out of Psychology yet. Today I noticed the shelf of philosophy books above the computer that Tawna usually sits at. They have Friedrich Nietzche’s Beyond Good and Evil and some stuff by Kant. Perhaps I’ll read Nietzche. He couldn’t be any worse than the ramblings of Baudrillard. I’m going to get more of Baudrillard’s ramblings though, they are very interesting. Ah, the sorta-hot guy is back. Actually, I’m promoting him to hot. I need to stop staring. He caught me staring once, but he couldn’t know if it was staring or if it was a “who is that person walking into the room” glance. So I must not stare again or he’ll think I’m eye-shopping. Which of course I am. I feel bad for Jordan, he had to sit outside his house for like three hours this morning. I’m going to delude myself into thinking he dug out Brave New World and sat there reading. 9:17. Only a few more minutes. I’m dreading this class. I’m going to have another drink of water and see if Daniela’s Psychology class is over. Kevin’s brother is here. He’s kind of cool, I guess. I see him around the college a lot. He’s complimenting my typing skills. Mmm…I’m ogling Mr. Hottie. Hm…Kevin’s brother was homeless. How weird. He’s telling me the story. I should stop blogging.

Um, I can’t check my e-mail today–something is wrong with Hotmail. Jordan and I kind of fell asleep after we went to my house and woke up around 4AM. Some other stuff happened, but I’m too tired to blog about it now. I have Religions of the World at 9:30, in an hour. Tawna is in here, she dyed her hair. It looks good. I’m wearing my kilt, boots, and contacts today–I’m in my “I’m going to look good no matter how uncomfortable I am” mode. I’m tired–Jordan went home around 4:40, I stayed up and read Valley of the Dolls until six, when my alarm went off. It’s getting good, she fell in love. Lyon Burke seems very analagous to Taggart. I’m not wearing anything except for my boxers underneath my kilt (usually I wear pants under it) and it feels so–freeing. It’s great. And I’m able to see crystal-clear with my contacts. I’m in love with today. However, I do have to stay here until 9:00 tonight–these boots will really be hurting then. Perhaps not, but they will be. Especially after standing for the three hours of lab. Hm, maybe she’ll actually teach us something *stifled laugh.* She never teaches us anything. I hope Mr. Freneau doesn’t bore me to death today. I’m not looking forward to another tiring and tedious lecture on Buddhism. Oh, I wore my nihilist shirt yesterday and a few people (including one of the library ladies) asked me what it meant. I feel so smart–it’s sad. I wish everybody wasn’t dumb. I will have an orgasm when I go to a real university and somebody comes up and says:

“Since nihilism advances the viewpoint that all values are baseless and that nothing can be known or communicated, why are you going to college?”

But–nobody’s that smart around here. I hope Liz shows up today so we’ll have some entertainment. I’m going to show Daniela that photogram I made of the map of Venice. It looks so cool. I’m making more progress on my website, but I haven’t gotten it to the point where I can burn it on a CD and upload it. I still need to tweak the templatea little bit before it’ll be ready for content. Hm. 8:47. I’m thirsty–I’m going to walk out to the water faucet and have a drink.