SO I walked in my Algebra tutorial today since the midterm is this weekend I thought that I just might actaully attend class. And proffessuer Jeffery's introduction includes
"These are no examples of things that you might see on the exam, these are the exam questions, these questions that I am going to show you in the next two hours WILL be on your exam, I suggest you pay attention."
nice.

It is easy to see the general contents of a page by the web-site refferals,

Mine:
--perscription numbers for astigmatism
--entrapy

This obviously implies that the content of my blogs are based on knowledge and intelligence.

Bill's:
--+friend+party+"drunk girls"+"passed out"+pictures
--rape teacher school rub nipple story
--abby's ass shots
--splooge

This obviously implies that opposites attract.

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fuck.. i should be studying right onw.. no what am I doing instead? drinkin gwit hthe floor and they are trying to find me id so that I can go out iwth them. I this not fun, I don't want to be left all by my lonesome on the floor and then I'll end up watching a movie that I don't want to see and then it woudl just be terrib.e.. I don't awant tthem to go out, ou kno wthat I've never actually been to a bar, I dont' awant to go out tomginth I wich that bill hwaas her e athsrifh now I doms m ks enbe

Apparently I'm going to die on January 25, 2066 at the age of 83 years old. The last 13 years of my life are going to be very lonely ones.

I feel that personal disputes should not be addressed in public.

Okay.. so I really screwed up my page right now.. and I still feel the need for some editing.. but I'm lost verbally without Bill, so I'll have to wait until I get a chance to talk to him before I make any final decisions.

Furthermore, I intentionally put the St Helen's Links above the Blog links so that you can not ignore them. They are worth your attention and the members are frequent bloggers, so that's always nice.

I added a link to my friends mp3 site on the side bar. If you have any musical appreciation at all you should check it out. This guy is brilliant. In fact when I get permission maybe I can put up one of his band's sites, or you could just link to it from bill's page. But anyways this guy is brilliant you should definitely check it out, you'll be in awe.

Oh no.......

So on thursday I was doing soooo much homework I forgot to get dinner. So my mom had given me these coupons where I can recieve a free pizza. So I phoned up PIZZA PIZZA at 7:20 and asked them if I could have the pizza delievered eventhough I'm not even paying for it. They said yes, so I ordered the pizza and it was going to be about 40 min. I know that pizza delivery men are usually late, and that it's a sucky job, so I ignored the fact that my pizza wasn't here yet and decided to watch survivor. Half way through the show 'Old Chicago' (floor soph) asks "Didn't you order your pizza and hour ago? Where is it"
"Do you think that I should call?"
The people in the common room unanimously decided yes. So I called PIZZA PIZZA and told them that I had ordered a pizza and hour and ten minutes ago and I was just wondering what had happened to it.
"Oh, did you step out of your room for a minute?" the operator asks
"Ummm.. no" eventhough I had, but Bill and Rita were in the room the entire time.
"Oh, because is says here that the driver came and called your extension but there was no answer" --- bullshit
"Umm.. okay, well can I have it please"
"yes sure we'll send it right out"

So twenty minutes later I get a call from the front desk, and I run downstairs, impressed with the short time interval it took to prepare a new pizza. So I go downstairs, take hold of the box.... cold. They deliever f'n COLD pizza!!! I didn't want to hassel the driver because he has such a crappy job, but because he doesn't know how to dial an extention I didn't tip the lazy bastard.

So I go upstairs with this 2 hour old pizza and set it down. I wasn't about to make a big deal out of it 'caise there were people in my room, who could do nothing to help the situation, but I was extreamly pissed off, my mouth was salvating over HOT, maybe even WARM pizza, but now, I had morning-after ice cold pizza. This is not what I *paid* for. So I called customer service again and told them my situation. "Oh well would you like us to make you another pizza, we can have that sent right out for you" but by this time is was already 9:15, and what was I going to do with ANOTHER pizza, that would just mean that I would have to eat more cold pizza the next day. "Umm, no this is just fine, I have a microwave here, I just thought I let you know that I was delievered a cold pizza and.... that really sucks."
"Oh okay, I can put a $5 credit on this extention for you?"
"That would be great"
"Okay sorry about that"
"bye"
SO.. in then end I recieved a free $5 credit for a pizza that I didn't even pay for OR tip the lazy ass driver. Life is good.

I didn't forget to change my imood.. I just still feel uncomfortable. I did some calc today.. and I decided that I'm good at it. I just need to do a bit more tomorrow and prove myself to be right. So yes.

Wow, I had a really great night tonight. And on a nother note I feel like I accomplished something in calc.. almost. But that's okay. I'm going to make more sense of it tomorrow, and I really have to get my ass out of Deli and spend more time behind the books studying for next weekend's three midterms, although I heard that I could write the deffered for comp sci.. so that'll help.. anyways. it's late and I should be in bed, but I had a quick nap and now the tea I had is re-setting

So I have now included Kevan Gentle in my blog link list because technically he deserves the highest respect as far as my links go, since he is the ONLY reason that I have a page, who inspired Bill, Lydia, and Kara, and if Bill didn't have a page neither would Shaw, DeMarco, Smitty, Jesse, Steph, Aaron, Marnie, Kerri, or Stix. So yeah, this all starts with Kev. Right now he doesn't have much of a page, for reasons that I have yet to discuss because he has terrible communication habits, unless you are super important to him, (which I have proved myself no longer to be) so yeah, check it out, it sorta gives you glimps to the amazing intellectual person he is, but not satisfying enough. So yeah, check it out.

And I can't say it officially, but I also believe that Kev inspired the ultimate blogger as well

I did really really well on my physics today. Which is nice to have something to boost my acedemic ego.

So I finished most of my physics homework minus a few questions. Man did it ever F*@# my mood. seriously I feel like I'm going through that depressive *gawd I'm such a fucking annoying piece of poo why the hell do people put up with my intolerable bulshit* mood. And the way I delt with it didn't do me any good, and then way that I neglected to tell the people who could help wasn't good either. I just don't want to be a burden, no one wants to be around someone who it's fun. So I feel guilty about telling people that I need their company because we both know that it's not going to be fun. Yeah, so I still need some help with physics but I feel that I am irritating the girl down the hall, I think that she thinks that she's babysitting me, which I need sometimes. I just need someone to tell me what to do so that I know that I'm on the right track. And I don't think that the girl down the hall is too thrilled about being my mother, and that's what I feel like when I go to get homework help there, because she calls me hun and stuff. so yeah that's bulshit how the comment counter on re-blogger doesn't work anymore. BULSHIT!!! this is just what happened to blogvoices. This malone kid better as hell fix whatever he f*#ked up, or maybe it's my ridiciously slow internet.

So Kara has started up her blog page again! it's so nice to see so many people sharing their thought with others.

You know what I love doing? Going back a few days in my re-blogger and putting up comments, and no one is going to read them right? So that way I always get the last word! How jenious.

You know who's blogs I really like? (not that I don't like all of my friends blogs) Jesse. Maybe 'cause she talks about kids I grew up with, and she's a hometown girl, slightly corrupted by city life, such as myself. But anyways. they are good. But Steph's are super good because she put a link up for my page on her page, so that's a super good trait. *Almost* as good as actually being my page... almost though, not quite.

So my Dad picks me up at residence today. And I was like "where's the vehicle", as we approacha 2001 Volkswagon beetle. "Right here" My parents bought another car, for no reason.. sinc eI'm not home we now have five cars and four drivers. My parents are insane. Whatever. So the new car is stick shift, cool. My dad let me drive it for a while but then I made some major mistake and he took away my privilages, tha'ts okay I wasn't to confident drivingit anyways. In the summer I'll perfect it. And so I'm off to relax 'cause I came home to watch my brother's football game and IT WAS CANCELLED! so angry. So I'm going to relax for the rest of the night and watch the first episode of survivor because my brother taped it..... I miss you bill.. later

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AARON!!! you are not the arch enemy you are trying to portray. I HAVE a tracker, I know when you visit. so quit it. No one wants your nonsense all over my re-blogger!!!

Exciting news as well... I was checking out my tracker this afternoon, and I had a visitor from Queen's reznet. you know what that means? although Kevan isn't blogging, he's still amoung us. If only he would write me that e-mail he promised two weeks ago.

I was up extreamly early this morning and was sorta bored... so I broke into my sister's Blogger account and made a few adjustments to her page. Don't all of a sudden think that Lydia has any idea when it comes to computers... because she doesn't. I can't wait for Comp sci to be over. My page is going to be in trouble! (as well as my sisters!)

RezNet sucks. It's terrible. Seriiously I'm trying to access my hotmail account, dial-up is faster than this shit.

SO I didn't know anything about comp sci going into the last test, because I have been previously informed that we already obtained full marks due to TA error. But it really doesn't matter because I kicked ass anyways and got 30/32... better than the people that study. EAT MY ASS YOU HE/SHE PROF! So yeah. I've pretty much got school by the balls, except for calculus. but tha't understandable.

So I just got back from my calc tutorial. I did much better than I thought on the first quiz 65% which most people would scorwl at.... I lLOVE it.. I have never been soo excited about a C in my life. The people here are always telling me I have the wrong attitude towards school and then I have no ambitions. Eat me 'cause they are the ones crying and are semi-suicidal right now.. I am wiser than I appear, baby.

I become a very frequent blogger when my baby isn't around

My ever loving, always caring reason for living found re-blogger. This is like bringing me back to the good old days where blogger wasn't just your shouting out to the world, but the world shouting back at you.. I love it.

But you know what? I'm pretty sure that is was created by Jen's friend.. soo cool.. I hope it works.

I need a friend.

Line is buzy

There is just one person in the world that I would like to talk to now, and it's not my mom or sister. It's my one and only... so I studied a lot and then was going to reward myself, and then my f'n roomate is on the phone! SHE IS ALWAYS ON THE PHONE! seriously, you have the option of getting your own phone in your room, and she refuses. Both of my other roomates took advantage of this option and have their own phones, for good reasons, because they seemed to think that talking on the phone for 3 hrs a night is a good use of your time. But even so, the girl I share a phone with talks on the phone waaaaay more. She just persists to save herself $20 and piss me off consistanly by talking on the phone 8 out of the 10 hours she's in the room during the day! seriously and she never takes out the garbage.

And it's not like we're competeing for phone time or anything, I use the phone rarely, and when I do it's for 10min intervals. But seriously I am a person to, it just pisses the hell out of me when I really want to make a call.

Apparently I'm not allowed to steal other people's blog links.. but a friend from home (whom I actually have an abundance of history with.. Our dad used to grow pumpkins together ages ago.. I've known her for a loooooong time.) started a page... I love the appeal blogger has.

I keep on having these bizarre dream about residence. It has everything to do with me being uncomfortable in my own room. AT least I think so. But anyways, eventhough I know that people HATE reading about other people's dreams I'm going to blog it anywyas and you decide whether or not you would like to read it.

I'm not a story teller, so I'm just going to type it and it might not be conprehensible but whatever, it's not like you would expect that from me anyways. So recently I've been dreaming about moving from my suite-style residence into traditional style residence. BUt just not ANY traditional style residence, it was a room in my building, just on another floor, but eventhough I live in a very veyr new building the furniture in the room was old just like Deleware (1965) and set up simularly, but extreamly small and cluttered, about the size of a single room, but I had a roomate. So anyways. When I had this dream a few nights ago it was amazing, I loved it and then last night it was more like a nightmare the first time this was what I wanted and was very content with the switch. And my roomate was cool....... But last night it wasn't like that at all. My roomates that I presently have were very upset that I was leaving and made me feel guilty enough, but THEN the worst part of all MY ROOMATE IS THE EVER DREADED SKELETOR! (not the acutaly the one from he-man, is wansn't THAT kind of dream) also reffered to as my cousin (who shares a striking resemblance to this childhood cartoon villian), whom I went to highschool with but never spoke to because we are not friends, and never intend to be friends. It was scary and I woke up this morning reminding myself that I now LIKE my room and never want to leave, because let's be serious, I've got it good.

So just finished cleaning my room, and I hung up this dress that a girl from work let me have, and then this old mirror that my sister brought me from school (it's not there yet though 'casue I don't have nails) and my room *finally* feels homey. In my old room at home my walls were just a cluster of junk. Just stuff that I would find in closets, or things that I made throughout the years. So my walls had said a lot about the person that I was. Except for the random junky pictures I found around the house. But even teh junky picutres reflected me, and the way I decorate. In the beginning of the summer I moved into my sister's room, which is new, so the walls are still freshly painted, and she had stategically put pictures and posters up on the wall. She wouldn't let me put anything of my clutter up of her *Martha Stewart* wall plan. Eventually at the end of the summer I conviced her that above my bead I could have a tiny piece of wall space to put up some of my past plaques I earned in sports. I became a little cluttered, and everything felt nice. Now that I've moved to university everything is so neat again. There are no rips in the wall paper, or cracks in the ceiling, the furniture isn't a zillion years old, and I didn't feel comfortable. But today I cleaned up my room and put up some of my junk, despite what my peers would think, and let my room reflect a little more of me.