“A rip goal to peel as she gets older.” –Sentence from Liz Gaddy’s horrible student profile of Amanda B.

> Placebo - Scared of Girls

Jordan said he was going to come over to the college on his lunch, but he didn’t show up. We broke up, by the way. I don’t know if I mentioned that. I haven’t blogged in forever. We still hang out all the time though. His insane, drug addicted sister Cara fucking showed up at my door at four in the morning last night with this bullshit sob story that she had a nightmare about Jordan and was trying to find him. If she shows up at my house again for no reason and won’t leave, I’m calling the cops. She’s just trying to get to him through me. Little does she know that I despise her. Well, I have my mom’s check to deposit in my account, and I have to finish the roll of film that’s in my camera–and I have to write the fucking essay on Japanese religion–so I’m going to stay until like one-thirty-ish. I should go into the library and see how Tawna’s doing, she didn’t write either of them. Daniela showed up for Religions but didn’t bother to stay for Poli-Sci. She got a B on the last test, and I think her scores will plummet further if she keeps not bothering to show up. But anyway, she’s bitching about that one girl in my Photography class, not the cool one, but the one who is friends with Jeanine and obsessively makes pictures of herself. I don’t remember. But Daniela is hating her more and more. Oh, Nicole (the cool photography girl) had a shindig on Saturday but I wasn’t home and she’d moved so I didn’t have her number. We hung out the next day though, it was fun, we went up to Dairy Queen and ate and then went to one of her boy toys’ apartment and watched The Animatrix. Very fun. Well, it’s 12:58, I should be going. I was eating my lunch and spilled milk all over the couch in the Drift office. Hopefully it won’t stain.