I'm so glad that the university I attend is not full of frat whores.

The headphones I got are awesome. I am so glad I got them. They're Philips HP170 Stereo Headphones, the kind that cover your whole ear so that you can listen at a pleasant volume without disturbing anyone around you. Not only that, there are separate volume controls on each earpiece, so you can have it louder or quieter in one ear. Snaps for Philips and their nifty headphones. Bonus: the cord is about 10 feet long, so no worries about having to sit right up next to whatever it's plugged into (ie: computer).

I'm so pleased that I am going to begin my second recurring section. I will call it *props* to: Philips HP170 Stereo Headphones.

Everyone knows I speed. I don't believe I do it excessively, but a lot of the time I drive faster than the other cars that happen to be around me right at that moment. I never speed if I feel it would be endangering my life or the lives of those around me. I get infuriated when people (especially citizens of the geriatric sort) seem to think that driving 10mph below the posted speed limit is the best way to go. Especially when they swerve a lot, don't use turn signals, and generally don't seem to be capable of operating any sort of vehicle. But when I'm on the Thruway going 75 mph and a car roars up behind me, I think, "Okay, that's fast enough, I'm just gonna let them go on their way," and I move over into the slow lane only to have them move over right behind me and still humping my bumper, I really wish I could slam on my brakes, let them smash into me, and then see them try to babble and scream their way out of paying for my new car. And this whole rant leads to My unoriginal complaint of the day: I support a person's decision to drive over the posted speed limit, but when they seem to think that the fastest way to get where they're going involves ramming the front half of their car inside my tailpipe, I have to draw the line.

I begin classes today at 2pm, and I am petrified. I'm not lying. I have never been so afraid of failing in my life. It's this draining, defeating fear, and I really hope I can get over it soon and get on with my life. This school year ahead of me, split into 3 quarters as it is, seems absolutely terrifying and insurmountable. I don't think it's an irrational fear, it's just very very frustrating.

I've tried several things in the last week or so to get my mind off this fear of school. I've spent over $300, not on clothes, or photo equipment, but on groceries and stuff for my apartment. And they're things I really do like, or else I wouldn't have bought them. But it was money that I shouldn't have spent, and that put x-amount more of stress on me because now that I have to pay my rent and security deposit tomorrow I'm really scared that I'm not even going to have enough money in my account. I'm such and idiot.
Maybe sleep will help. Probably not.

If I haven't dug a hole under my apartment and crawled into it, I'll probably come back tonight to blog about all the freak outs I had during the day. I'm supposed to go out to this great veg/vegan restaurant with some girls who were in my photo class last year. It makes me really happy that they're excited to see me again. I'm glad someone's excited about something. Maybe it'll rub off on me.
You're gonna miss me, wait and you'll see. Fully, completely.

My unoriginal complaint of the day: How do people who don't know how to drive get licenses? And why don't they realize that they could make my life much much easier by just shooting themselves in the comfort of their own home?

Wow. If you're not sure how big a queen size bed is going to be, you should measure out the dimensions to be sure you're actually going to want it before the guys bring it to your house. It's bigger than it seems at the store, trust me. But the wonderful people at City Mattress brought it right on time and were quick and courteous. Props to them.

Unless you love Tofu/Soy products for the taste and not just the health benefits, I don't recommend Boca "Ground Burger." It looks like pre-cooked ground beef, like you'd see in chili or sloppy joes, but no matter how much lettuce and salsa I put in my tortilla, the soy still tasted and felt like mushy soy. I prefer Morningstar Farms Chik Patties. They are excellent. The chik nuggets and buffalo wings are also mighty tasty (the "wings" are a little on the spicy side though) so if you lean to the vegetarian side, pick some of those up. I'm a lacto-vegetarian, because even though I discovered 8th Continent Soy Milk which I like very much, it just doesn't replace real milk as far as I'm concerned, and I love milk and cheese. I have eaten meat a few times this summer, because generally I still enjoy the taste of non-fatty meats like chicken breast or a good steak, but I don't eat most meat anymore at all. One time I went to Taco Bell and ordered a Grilled Stuft Burrito without meat, and the guy was like, "Okay, do you want chicken or steak?" I was like, "No MEAT." He says, "Right, no beef, so do you want chicken or steak?" He didn't seem to understand that chicken and steak are also meat. His name is John Falconer and he is one of the managers at the Fredonia/Dunkirk, NY Taco Bell. If you go there, try not to laugh and point at him.

I am very tired. We went to Wal-Mart in Oswego last night and Joe was very tired after taking about 3 hours to move his stuff into the dorm and get it all situated, so he wasn't in the mood for shopping. Consequently, we forgot 4 of the things we went there to get. I did remember to get a mattress pad though. I think maybe I should have gotten the slightly more expensive one, because this pad and the sheets I got are barely stretching over the mattress I got because it's a pillowtop and there's the extra pillow layer on both sides of the mattress. And I don't really like the sheets I got so much anymore but now I'm screwed into keeping them because I opened the package. They're nice, but they're just a little more flowery than I generally get. But we were shopping at Ames, and when a store is going out of business, you generally don't get the pick of the litter. But there is a lot of stuff in that store that could pass for litter. What? I am tired. I think I'm going to take a shower now and then go back to Joe's. Thanks for your interest.

I'm beginning my first recurring section. The working title is:

My unorginial complaint of the day: How come people who didn't give a damn about you in high school seem to want to hear your life story 3 years later?

Long day. Went to see The Tragically Hip tonight at Darien Lake. What a miserable venue that is. And my friends neglected to warn me that the median age of Hip concert goers was going to be around 30, and that everyone except us was going to be obnoxiously intoxicated. I have low tolerance for drunk behavior, and if it weren't for the amusing (i can't make myself go so far as to say "hilarious") things that wasted people do, I think I would line these pathetic bastards up and put them all out of their misery in some quasi humane way.
Joe and I went home last night, and spent today browsing Ames' "going out of business" sales for bargains. We got a couple, like an alarm clock for him, and the kind of headphones I've been wanting since last Christmas. I also got a couple of decorative vases, a sheet set for my new bed, and he got some school supplies. There were so many people there. If that many people had shopped there before, Ames wouldn't be going out of business. Oh well, whatever.

When Joe and I stopped at my house to pick up a couple of afterthoughts, my parents were digging up the septic tank. Who does that? I mean really? When you go see your parents, would you ever expect to see your dad hacking at the ground with a pick-axe? I hope not. Or else your family's as insane as mine. I'm babbling. It's almost 4am and I have no real desire to go to sleep. I know I'm going to hate myself for this later when I have to get up, but I can't change how I am. I am so used to sleeping with Joe that I hate sleeping without him now. And my roommate (who, after all these weeks I have still only met one time) is not here this weekend, so I am in a new apartment by myself, and I am scared of the dark, and the only thing that's keeping the monsters away is the glow of the computer screen and my fingers going tap tap tap.
You should read another blog that's more interesting and amusing than mine. daveemke.blogspot.com Dave is a friend of mine whom I met at JCC (the 2 year community college I went to) and he is (in my opinion) an excellent and humorous writer. Go see what he has to say.

How come I have to fight sleep on the Thruway but I get home and I can't sleep for another 3 hours? Life goes on.