2004-02-22 Between her arms are tight; wrapped around her body
I'm getting mad pop-ups here. It's weird, I'm in one of the computer labs, and not going to any pop-up prone sites. Hm.
Oh, well.
New phrases: "Hack your pants" -- said by Tim, who told me that I "need to get a belt to make it harder for people to hack your pants." Used in the same sense as hacking someone's computer. Only, you know. With pants.
And. I forgot the other one, nevermind. But using "hack" in place of alot of verbs, I'm liking it.
Uhh. Spent Friday evening with Tim. Spent Saturday evening up at Craw's, watching kids play video games for a few hours. I was going to go to Gabe's (which I hate, it's such a dive) to see some show (that I didn't care about) with Matthew and his posse from his hometown, but they all kind of left without me. I wasn't heartbroken.
My tummy says I'm hungry.
Oh, wait. I haven't eaten today. Shit. I should do that. I'm in the middle of doing my homework, though. I'll get to it.
I'm still fucking sick. I got the cold that's been going around, the one that WON'T GO AWAY. Rarr.
Oh, I found out that I need to raise my GPA .01 points to apply for a bunch of scholarships to study abroad. What the fuck.
Buhhh. Nothing really important has been happening. Not really, anyway. Industrial Tim's still my "flavor of the week" (thanks to my mom for that phrase). Still trying to decide whether he's worth keeping around. I think I should stop trying to decide that and just go with it until whatever happens.
I'm totally not doing my homework right now. Heh. I'm having a hard time concentrating. Part of me thinks I have ADD, but Pikachan thinks I'm just a bad procrastinator. I think she's right, or at least more likely to be right. I can't tell dick about myself. Oh, well.
Uh. Homework now.
6.01pm
