My wrists are KILLING me today. Grr.

I’m watching music videos on my MacBook in my little hangout in the library. Somebody asked me if there was wi-fi, I told them it was $30 a month. I want to go talk to someone in the tech department (if there is one). It’s ridiculous. I should get involved with the school newspaper and be an advocate for change.

Fuck it. I already reactivated my data plan. I’m going to cancel my home Internet and just get super-slow (read: super-cheap) DSL.

I’ve made my word processor 90% transparent and I’m playing a video behind it. I love my Mac. There’s this app called “Afloat” that turns nearly any Mac app transparent.

It’s the ultimate sensory overload. Video + text.

Yay, “Hung Up” came on :)

Terry and I had a conversation last night (omg we had the cutest dinner ever at Plum Blossom, this Chinese place on J. We were both craving Chinese food , so we went there and had lemon chicken and chow mein. He’d been wanting to have a “talk,” and I wasn’t sure what that entailed, but he told me that it wasn’t anything bad.

Aww, I <3 Madonna.

He talked about how in his family anger was like the only acceptable emotion, and when I talk about things like being a closeted vegetarian, and how I never fold my clothes, that it kind of blows his mind and his first reaction is to be super-critical. I do a similar thing, where he’ll say things like “I love math” and I’ll be like “oh god the guy of my dreams would hate math too!” but then I think about it and realize that my perfect guy has to be different than me in order for us to complement each other. Hell, Christen HATES writing and I always say that combined, our powers of writing and math-solving could combine to destroy the educational system as we know it.

It’s still super=crowded at the school, and it gives me like, people overload. I have to hang out at my secluded spot in this little courtyard outside of the library.

I dunno, I guess I’m kind of not okay with people for someone that bills himself as a city guy. I guess it’s not as hard dealing with nine million strangers in New York versus dealing with four hundred angsty post-high-school teenagers.

Grr.

I used to think that there were so many hawt guys at this college, but I dunno, this semester is just disappointing me. Well, that and I’m already dating the hottest guy in the county.

I can tell whether a relationship is working by if my man-radar is turned off or not. Well,it doesn’t really turn off, but It’ll be like *bleep* “A possibly cute guy!” and then I’ll look closer, flashback to something incredibly hawt or cue thing that Terry’s done and mentally say “Girl, he ain’t worth my time.”

It’s 2:10. Class at 2:30.

I called Katie (the one I know through Brian, not my crazy ex-roomate), and she only has classes Tuesdays and Thursdays, like I did last semester. It sucks. THe only person I’ve seen at AR that I know is Dustin, and the last time I saw him I was drunk and telling him he was a hypoctie and thought that he was better than everyone for not drinking.

Oh well. I should probably head to class.

But Madonna needs me! Without her hawtness, there’d be nothing!

I’ll leave for class at 2:20.

My back has been fucking killing me, I’ve been too busy to do yoga lately. I need to start working out. I feel like a fattie when I’m around Terry.

I need like, a full-screen word processor. Well, there is one, but I can’t connect to the ‘Net here to download it.

Lame. For the record, it’s WriteRoom.

I wonder if passerby would think I’m straight or gay for watching Madonna gyrate around all day?

Oh shit, I need to call my dad about my classes. And make an appointment to get tested. And do a few other things. I can’t get on the Internet to get to my damn to-do list, so I can’t get shit done. Grr.

It’s so odd…Terry doesn’t contribute to my stress. Which is totally unheard of.

I really need to get to class. I’m totally done with the library today. Done with it, betches!

Vector self-portrait. Two hours ago.

I was tired after class and had a headache, so I made the mistake of going to sleep at 9 p.m.

So I had a bunch of dreams where me and the Italian girls went out drinking and then fought off zombies. I dream about zombies most of the time, but these were different. There was fear involved, where mostly I just hang out on the roof with a shotgun thinking that the invasion is the most normal thing in the world.

I miss Terry :(

It’s sad waking up from a scary dream and you’re alone.

I miss the Italian girls.

I miss everyone.

At this time of night it’s hard to believe that the world exists. I feel like everything disappears at 3 a.m. as the Matrix does a database backup.

I was browsing torrents, but now I’m just listening to romantic songs.

Well, I found this cool hack of sorts that lets me get unlimited data on my phone for $20 a month, which isn’t bad. I also need to switch to DSL, this $49 a month shit is just not cutting it.

I know I’ve been meaning to do that for fucking ever, but my grandma is never fucking home and I need the last four digits of her SSN to do it. I hate not being in control of my connection.

I keep reading about how the U.S. is doomed financially with our fucking crazy spending and the looming medicare crisis. I just don’t know where is safe. I just want to move out to the middle of the desert with a huge stockpile of food and water. But then again, that isn’t much of a life. One thing’s for sure: America is fucked. I need to get out of this country as soon as possible.

Oddly enough, that’s kind of the reason that I’m taking so many classes. I’ve got to get my B.A. and get to Zurich before the American economy crashes.

Does that sound insane? Well, George Bush has racked up more debt than all the other presidents. Combined.

And when the baby boomers start to retire and demand healthcare, we are totally doomed unless we change our fiscal policy, but nobody cares. And then in my geology class he’s talking about all the devastating effects of global warming.

Never in the planet’s history have we ever faced such problems. The next fifty years will truly be a test of mankind’s ability to rise above its selfish impulses and preserve the race. I guess we do live in a brave new world. I just hope I get to see how it all plays out.

I got to my class on time and she had enough permission numbers to add me. I’m so excited!

She’s a really good teacher, I made sure to get her again (the last semester I had to drop ’cause my car broke down). So yay!

I’m at home making a quick dinner before my geology class at six. Organic pasta rocks my crotch.

After class I’m going to head downtown and get coffee with Terry. We’re going to have a serious convo about our relationship. I’m actually excited about it…usually serious convos are bad, but Terry is friggin’ awesome, so yeah.

Shit, I have to be at class in 19 mins.

It’s 1:56 p.m.

I’m at American River College.

And I have absolutely no connectivity. I can’t believe it…a college where you have to pay $30 a month to use their wi-fi.

Bullshit.

I’m turning on the data plan on my phone when I get home.

Anyway, I’ve decided to take a math class. I’m going to get a permission number from the teacher,
or at least try.

I’m using this cool app called Nocturne to make my screen on my laptop black and white.

And I’m going to be using Smultron to take notes. I just realized that I didn’t take a binder or any paper, just my laptop. Um…probably a bad idea. I’ll pick up a few sheets at the ARC store.

My parking pass that I bought online never showed up, so I’m probably going to get another parking ticket today.

I’m staying away from the motorcycle parking forever. I went to put my jacket in the trunk and this hot betch on a white Vespa pulled up and parked right next to me. I was all AAH, MUST LEAVE. They had a helmet on, so I was convincing myself it was a girl, not a higher-level Vespa rider. I don’t feel like I have a lot of hit points today, even though I really do.

Here’s an overview of my equipment.

Express Pinstripe Slacks - +40 to corporate chic, -20 to ability to dupe bums into thinking you are poor

Express Jacket - +25 to armor, adds four slots to inventory, +30 to comfyness

Plain Black Gap T-Shirt of Invisibility - +10% to attack speed, adds 15 hit points, +1 skill level to Rogue “Invisibility” spell

Brand-new High-Top Converse of Walking +5% to walking speed, +10 damage to post-punk attacks.

Oh dear, my class is in 20 minutes. I should probably go find out where it is.

I’m outside Terry’s house…he’s having a really shitty day, the friend that was supposed to come and help him get a bed totally bailed on him.

So we’re going to go out and do something, possibly get some food. I’m on his porch sitting in a lounge chair in the dark. It’s rather awesome.

I didn’t get to meet his landlord though. Hmm. I think I’m going to suggest we go to Safeway and get some SmartWater. Anything to remind me of Christen.

She’ll be back in two weeks though. Not so long.

I’m looking at my Google Calendar and, um, I’m only taking one class. And it’s only like three hours a day. Starting at 6 p.m.

I need to take something else, like a math class that starts at sometime noon-ish. That would be good. I can’t live a life where not getting up before 6 p.m. is an option. Especially on a Monday. I think I’m going to get up early and register for a math class (the one I dropped last semester would be a good bet, I still have the book for it). That will be stupendous. I love going to school :)

It only took washing all the new clothes I got in New York to make me excited about the new semester.

Terry just came out the door, so we’re going to go. To where, I don’t know. I hope we got to Tapa’s, but I’ve never had good experiences going there with anyone but Christen.