Crazy Days... and Crazier Nights...

It's been awhile... i know... you know... we all know. I've been busy, it happens. So I burned myself last night, on my arm, and it looks really bad, but it's kind of weird because it doesn't hurt. You would think that it would since my skin is all gross looking, but it doesn't. I'm not complaining about it not hurting, just surprised. So has anyone been keeping up with Road Rules? Or Real World? It seems I've lost track of the last couple weeks... I don't know how, it just happened.

So, Scotty B. He's still my obsession, and it's sad. Now though I see him three times a week. SEE him, not talk to him, or anything. I just know I'm going to see him. And I was talking with my friend Erica today about it. See I wait for the bus every Mon, Wed, and Fri, and every one of those days he drives down the road the bus stop is on. Not Napoleon, but the other one I think it's High St. Anyway, the thing is, most people either go down Manville, or S. College... not High St. So I've come to the conclusion he's teasing me. Most likely he doesn't know it, but he is. It kills me. I really need to get a life. Honestly I'm going to be 50 and still talking about Scotty B. Unfortunately by that time, all of you will no longer be talking to me due to the fact that I'm a sad, sad person who holds onto her obessions for WAY to long.

School is going. I'm not saying how it's going, because i really don't know. I sleep through my 8am, or go hungover, then I enjoy my womens studies course, except it makes me paranoid that every relationship anyone i know is in, is a dangerous one, that will lead to abuse. Then I have my studio, which really is nothing important. And then there's Revenge of the nerds, the whole MAC situation just bothers me to the point of no return, and watching Power Point Presentations on how to tie my shoes, or how to make cool-aid is not my idea of a stimulating afternoon. So that leaves us with History of Interiors with my crazy instructor Debra, who thinks I'm a slacker but I have potential. And every day I'm late she stops class and asks if I brought her lunch. What that means I have no idea, and Professional Practices, which is a blow off class to put my portfolio together. So thats my life.

I was forced to delete parts of this because someone might see it, and someone may have been upset about the things that were said about them. I'm not sorry, but I do not like to start conflicts I just like to participate in ongoing ones. People are upsetting.