I was supposed to do Alien Freak's second writing assignment. But she deleted her journal, so I'm not gonna. But now I'm bored. So I sit here staring at a blank piece of paper, thinking what an ironic simile it is for my creative powers right now. Where's a muse-worthy moment when you need one.

Oddly enough I've been rather AIM crazy for someone so typically antisocial. I don't know what it is about that thing, but I'm a completely different person when I use it as adverse to talking on the phone or in person. Or rather, I speak what I'm thinking instead of thinking about what I'm saying. Did that make sense? Ok, it's more like a stream of consciousness thing (kinda like how I'm writing now). Like, I can be more "me" with a certain degree of separation; such as not being able to see or hear the person I'm talking to. I even started conversations with completely random people. I say "started" because every single one of the people I tried to talk with was so fucking paranoid they asked "Who are you?", and when I would say "No one you know personally...", or even "Guess..." (for those I did know but they didn't know my screenname), they ran away like roaches when someone turns the light on. Who's the antisocial one now?

But you know what I really hate? Preppy rich people. Maybe that's 'cause I'm poor. Maybe that's because my middle name should've been Jaded. I don't know, but something about them really bugs me and makes me want to slowly peel their faces off with a spoon and eat with a nice vinagrette marinade. I mean, human flesh is red meat right? And by that logic it can't possibly taste like chicken. These are probably the kind of thoughts that not only keep me out of really good schools, but certify me as a Democrat.

But on a lighter note, I get Kill Bill, Volume Two in the mail tomorrow. And if I don't someone's getting a nasty letter demanding reimbursement for failure to deliver in one day's time. I'm actually excited to see it. This is one of my special movies. See, every once in a while, I buy a movie I've never seen before and simply hope it's gonna be worth what I've payed for it (as was the case with Kill Bill, Volume One). So far, I've never been wrong. Keep in mind, some of these movies I buy at Wal-Mart for half of what they're worth, so it's all relative. So here's trusting Mr. Tarantino; may the tradition of your movies thoroughly entertaining me not be broken. And be happy cause I payed more than three times the amount on this DVD than what I would've to watch the fucker in the theater.

And I got back into school. I think I said that already. Maybe I didn't; I'm not really sure cause I rarely actually read what I post after I type it. Anyways, I'm taking two of the classes I need for my major (which is Psychology before anyone asks) because the classes I needed to take were full because my college doesn't have any communication with admissions and if the fuckers had simply talked to each other I wouldn't be fucked like this. I mean the whole reason I was admitted was so that I'd take these classes I failed again and raise my GPA enough to get my scholarships back. But NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, they have to dick around with my records and send me paperwork that they've already received and tell me they need me to fill it out again (when they don't need me to fill it out again, they just misplaced it), only to find said paperwork after I call and bitch at them. So what it all boils down to is: I can't take the classes they told me to take because they fucked up and wasted my time. Or maybe they were teaching me the importance of patience. I don't know. At least I'm back in college.

And I'm glad that I have not only two days off, but a transfer request being processed at work. If I have to work in the kitchen too much longer, I'm gonna snap. And I'm sure you all can imagine what that'll be like.