History wasn’t too bad…we learned a lot about the early colonies of the North and South. I want to go home and play with my high speed Internet. I’m in the clubhouse now. I should go home and play. Sammie and Tawna are talking about pizza, I want pizza. We tried to put Joe on speakerphone, it didn’t work. Steve’s back from the novel writing group. I want Joe to buy us pizza. I would forgive him for the drunk thing if he bought me pizza.

> Glenn Miller stuck in my head, Glenn Miller stuck in my head…

Class starts at 6:50, not 5:50; I am so bad with time. I can blog more. Yay! Molly sent me an uber-cool e-mail. She is SO perceptive. I guess to be a writer you have to have insight into human nature. Aleah just walked up, she says she’s not going to be at the newspaper meeting Wednesday, the Natural Resources Club meets at 12:30 on the same day too. I hope people wrote their stories. I hope that hispanic guy wrote his story, that would be so cool. He seemed like a person that would fulfill their commitment. Eww. Megan just passed. How can a person be so stupid, ugly, AND fat at the same time. It boggles my brain. I wonder if I blogged about work. Let’s see. Nope. Oh, as a sidenote, Tawna knows the password for the “other blogs” page. Ask her if you’re dying to see its amazingness.

Oh yeah, work today was a bit hectic, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I got one of the days wrong on the Senior Center lunch menu, it was minor. I was afraid I’d gotten the whole week wrong, but no…it was just the one day. I let Jocelyn read the GIGANTIC pile of Richard Miles letters today, they had such incredibly amusing semantic abortions. He wrote three letters over the weekend. I don’t know how I’ll choose when the two week interim is over. (We publish letters from any one person only once every two weeks, to maximize the amount of voices that can be heard.) I can’t believe Mike was trying to get info about me from Molly. It makes sense, but if his managerial skills–wait–if he had managerial skills, he would be able to talk to me and ask me about how I’ve been acting different. I don’t see much change, but I think he must see a change now that I’ve dropped all my fake smiles, my “contenta fache” as my Italian great-grandmother would say. I have devoted myself to work, not to “I LOVE my work” platitudes. Yes, my work is tedious. Yes, it is tiring emotionally and physically. But it is 100 times better than flipping burgers. I wouldn’t give up this job for the world. Well, right now I can’t imagine anything better. If there were a better job on the horizon, I might think about it. But there isn’t anything better. This job is perfect for me right now.

Great, Hotmail isn’t letting me log in once again. I’m so sick of Hotmail. It sucks so much cock. And not in a good way either. That Dan guy e-mailed me a while ago, I e-mailed him back today while I was at work. Then he e-mailed me back today! I can’t wait to go online and e-mail him back. I hope he’s not some fat boring ugly guy. He seems cool. We haven’t talked much about music, I judge people mainly based on their musical tastes. Anus face liked the most HACKNEYED, INSIPID BORING MUSIC EVER: Disturbed and and some equally fagalicious “rock” bands. Fuck boring music.

I should go into the office. Tawna is coming with! Yay!

I wrote a post about the dude installing my cable Internet, but it’s at my computer at home and I didn’t get to blog it because Montag (the computer I was writing it on) was being a monkey anus. I’ll post it when I get home. I have History (I kept thinking I had Drama) from six to ten. I hope it gets out early again. Although Tom Owen is a gifted speaker, four hours of even the most eloquent speech soon turns into brain sludge. I’m in the library now, Tawna is working. I just commented on Sammie’s blog. Oh, and for Amanda’s reference:

Blog.

(1) noun. “My blog is the shiznit.” Plural: blogs

(2) verb. “I am going to go blog.” “I blogged last night.”

It’s blog. Not blogg. The extra “g” in the past participle form is there for pronunciation only. Bloged would end up being pronounced “blowged” without the extra “g.” Anyway, I dread going to class. I love the class, but it’s just so damn long. But I guess I can dream of my high-speed Internet and my home network waiting patiently for me at home. I’ve been playing Caesar III a lot lately. Aww…when I get home I won’t be able to listen to my Glenn Miller records! GRR. I’m going to have to download some of their music. I hate songs that are stuck in my head that I only have on vinyl. I can’t fathom an in-car record player. That would just be loony. I wonder when Tawna gets off, I’m guessing six. Only two more days until my drive gets here! I guess I shouldn’t be too orgasmically happy, I won’t be able to use it until I get my copy of WinXP. And then my computer will be finished, at least for the time being. I think I am going to get one more stick of RAM. Then I’ll have a gigabyte of RAM. Mouhahahahaha. My screen saver is “one computer to rule them all,” a spoof of Lord of the Rings. Okay, I’m bored. I want music!

Me, my dad, and Lisa went to dinner tonight (I’m not sure why, it’s Tuesday, they usually go on Friday) and I talked about the camping trip, the newspaper, and all the other random things that are going on. I actually lead a busy life. I can’t make myself believe it. I hope there isn’t a message on my machine from Mike tomorrow. I’m totally staying until like five tomorrow so I can catch up on the Veterans Day crap and do letters. Everything is piling up because I keep devoting too much time to the Veterans stuff and neglecting my normal tasks. I can’t get behind. I’m going to stay extra time tomorrow and finish everything. I must get caught up. Tawna just got off work. Dave is skulking around. Megan smiled at me. I stared into the vent of hell, thinking “How can something that stupid, ugly and repulsive live?” Anyway, my class is in a few minutes. I need to go. History.

I just logged on my online banking and I only have $38. I don’t know how I’ll make it until the 15th. I think I’ll be back to stealing my dad’s change for gas money. I have a half a tank…I guess I can make it. We’ll see. I can’t buy ANYTHING until the 15th.

I have to go to work now. I didn’t work on my precis, I just laid on the couch for a bit (I’m so tired) and tried not to fall asleep. I’m going to work now. God I’m tired.