I must blog songs I like so that I can download them when I get home (I’m at school now):

Front Line Assembly - Prophecy

> smiths - how soon is now

This video card rocks my crotch:

http://www.tigerdirect.com/applications/SearchTools/item-details.asp?EdpNo=783582&CatId=933

I also found a sweet hard drive cooler:

http://www.tigerdirect.com/applications/SearchTools/item-details.asp?EdpNo=664351&sku=ULT31048

I really want a fan controller, but I think it’s kind of excessive…a fan controller is for after I get my second stick of RAM. I can’t wait until I get paid! I’ll have my cool hard drive and my operating system and my LED hard drive cooler, it will be so sweet.

This is the coolest pocket PC ever! And it’s only $200!

http://www.tigerdirect.com/applications/SearchTools/item-details.asp?EdpNo=785409&CatId=228

I’m going to see if I can find a fold-out keyboard for it. Wow, I love the Dell Axim handhelds, they rock! I can’t wait until I can feed my techlust Wednesday!

I’m off work, chillin’ in the Drift office. Amanda waved at me when I walked by her and she seemed to be very happy to see me, but the next second she turned all her attention to that creepy Mike guy… I walked with them for a bit, but Amanda didn’t say anything to me, she completely ignored me. “Whatever,” I mouthed, as I walked to the office. She said something about the Literary Club before I left. I’ll let you guess if I give a shit. I haven’t seen Tawna or Samantha since the morning when I left for work. I wonder where they are. I would call Sammie’s house if the number wasn’t at home. Maybe. I’m hungry. But I can’t leave the college until my class is over (I must save gas), and even if I could leave I wouldn’t have any money to spend on food. Well, I could get French bread…but I’m not that hungry yet. All of my enemies are in the student lounge (Megan especially) so I’m not hanging out there.

There was nobody in the library either, except for Daniel Burrell. He’s so gay. I just want to walk up to him, put my hand on his shoulder, and say “Honey, you’re gay. Just admit it, will you? It’ll save you a lot of trouble in the long run. Come on…look at that skin-tight black wifebeater. No straight man wears that. Like we don’t already know.”

It’s stuffy in here and I’m tired. I don’t know what to do.

I hate Matt. He comes in with his nonchalant, illiterate surfer attitude…it just makes me want to puke. He like…wants me to do something with the times. I don’t really give a flying shit. I’ll fix it tomorrow. Who fucking cares? I hate this place, I really do.

Yes, this is another “I hate Mike” rant. I just don’t have time for it though. I’m not going to waste my precious time talking about him. He’s an ignoramus. Enough said.