November 14th, 2001

alone on a swing

What's that ringing in my head?

I have a sleep headache. I slept too much last night. Like, nine hours! Weird.

We had a fire drill today during my Abnormal Psychology class, right in the middle of learning about borderline personality disorder. It's fun watching thousands of college students tromping around in the mud. Not. When we got back to class, the professor talked about past school evacuations (several times because of brush fires on nearby hills, and once for a toxic spill). We had to rush through the last five personality disorders before class ended. Bummer.

I'm trying to compile a list of songs I'm going to burn into some CDs for some friends. It's hard. I have over a hundred mp3s and I don't know which ones to choose. Single Gun Theory, Thrill Kill Kult, Red Delicious, Dido, Simon Stinger, Jack Off Jill, Jamiroquai, Lucid Nation, Vibrolux, Kansas.... The list goes ever on. I've narrowed it down to about twenty songs, but that's still too much. Hmmm, hmmm, who should I sacrifice? Shu? Blondie? TM Alex? The Police? Wah! I can't decide!!!
alone on a swing

life is sweet

Mark just came back from getting Angel groomed. Oh, she is so adorable!

I'm doing laundry. I'm doing two gigantic loads so I won't have to do three normal loads. Isn't that fun! But I won't put the clean clothes in my closet because I don't have a closet. Well, that's not really true. I do have a closet, but it doesn't hold clothes.....
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