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!