:: Tensai Shoujo ::

:: Wednesday, April 30, 2003 ::

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	High
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Low
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Moderate
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Low
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Test
:: Jessi 4/30/2003 11:18:00 PM [+] ::
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Today was just a really weird and pointless day.

I got up at about 6:45 after having gone to bed at 3am after working on some homework really late. I fell back to sleep and then woke up at 8:55 which was 55 minutes later than I should have gotten up, giving me about 45 minutes to get ready to leave. It was sort of worrisome, especially since my mom was home and knew what time I was supposed to be up, yet didn't yell or anything. I guess maybe it's a good thing she didn't, because every time she does it I feel really insulted... I really need to train my body to get up and stay up on its own.

Class was just sort of blah today. In my women's history class, we had one document to read which was only about four pages long, and then we talked about it and the professor lectured some on post WWII social welfare systems in Europe. Blah. I couldn't pay attention, so I ended up taking out my Japanese book and translating the passage which we've been reading for the last couple of days. It was good practice, because even though I knew the basic meanin of the passage, it was nice to really pound out the exact meaning so I would have less trouble answering questions about it should the need have arisen.

After that, Kurosawa Film class was just... I dunno, it was a bit uncomfortable. The professor spent the whole period reading from the opening and conclusion of a book on the use of the atomic bomb in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and he got emotional when it spoke about the real human effects of dropping the bomb. It's not a pleasant thing to hear about, and I was just sort of sitting there being really uncomfortable about the whole thing, and yet at the same time, I was like, "Whyare you just reading out of the book? Why don't you teach something about it?" because I wasn't retaining a bit of what he was saying. I was just distracted and tired and things seemed like they were going on to the right and left of me while I sat and let them flow by.

Eric was so nice and he said he'd buy me lunch because I was really hungry at the time too and was basically living off of this bag of Ocean Spray Craisins (TM), since I'd had but one slice of peanut buttered toast at about 9:15am. We decided on sushi from the place in the Dinkydome (I almost wrote "kinkydome" and I'm totally serious). We got there about 10 minutes after the hour, with 20 minutes until I had class at 2:30. We ordered, and it took them so long that I had to leave before the sushi was done, so I went to Japanese class feeling very hungry and even more tired than I was before. I was lucky that class wasn't very involved and that I had done the homework in time because otherwise it just wouldn't have been a happy time for me.

After class was finally over, I rushed to Eric's apartment where he had saved my sushi for me. There's nothing in life like looking forward to something good and then getting rewarded. It was very good, it was just enough to help my hunger stay in check until dinner time, and it was just exotic enough for me to not get bored with it or feel like the money had been wasted on it. Then Eric massaged my shoulders and brushed my hair. It sounds mundane, but if you ever have someone brush your hair or massage your scalp for you, you'll understand how good it felt. Then Eric's friend Yaisha from his journalism class came over because they were working on a project for their class. I don't know how to feel about her at the moment. It's like, I met her and she's really nice, but the fact is that Eric and I think she may have a thing for him, which I don't like at all. She's acted sort of close to him during class, or so Eric tells me. I'm not jealous really, but I really think that if she's going after him, she needs to rethink it and have some respect for me. In other words, she should know better. But anyway, I'm sure nothing would happen and I'm not actually mad or nervous or anything like that because I trust Eric.

I just want to be done with school. I'm beginning to feel like my brain has the will to go on, but my body is just exhausted and can't take the stress for much longer. I'm so happy there's only a week and a half left. Sometimes I fantasize about growing angel wings and flying away. I think flying would be a great way to relieve stress.

I'm getting hungry again, and this is after I just ate an apple about an hour ago. My stomach is really wild sometimes. Can't think of anything else to say, either, wow.
:: Jessi 4/29/2003 11:07:00 PM [+] ::
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Riight, so I logged in to write in here and got sidetracked by my homework and stuff. I don't know that I have much time to rant about anything. Too bad, because I could feel one forming earlier today. Right now I can't even remember what it was going to be about, so maybe it's for the best that I save it for some other time so I don't end up with a half-assed, impotent rant about something I made up at the last minute.

I had to get up and work this morning, which wasn't exactly bad except that I really could have used the time more effectively for homework or something else important. I have a presentation coming up on Wednesday, and I wanted to be at least a little more familiar with the reading it was on so that I could've had a better idea of what I was going to say about it, but it's all good. I just have to come up with ten minutes of material to say about the concept of kouminka. What is that you ask? Well, I'll tell you. See, during Japan's short colonial period, they colonized the island of Taiwan, and kouminka was one of their official colonial "policies" or methods. As opposed to douka which was simply a more political assimilation of the country, kouminka involved more invasive cultural changes. In this case, the Japanese enforced a language requirement where the Taiwanese people could be punished for speaking their native language, and only Japanese was allowed to be taught in schools. There were other things, but you get the idea. It's interesting sort of, but I don't want to do a presentation on it very much.

So yeah, I'm already starting to feel that tired feeling, so I'd better hurry and get back to work before it overtakes me and I can't finish my homework. That would suck a lot.
:: Jessi 4/28/2003 11:37:00 PM [+] ::
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Hey everyone. I just got back home from spending the weekend at Eric's family's home. It was really fun, but before I get into it, I'll let you in on why I was having a stressful time Thursday.

Right, so Thursday I had two pressing issues to deal with. Number one was this in class essay that I had to do for my women's history course. Normally this wouldn't be a huge problem, but this essay test happened to be on a book that we were reading for class. It was a long book, and we weren't given enough time to finish it (well, if it'd been the only thing on my agenda, then I'm sure I probably could've finished it, but as it stood, I'd already suffered through writing three papers that previous weekend, and I had readings to do for other classes in addition to this particular one.) So anyway, I was struggling and struggling to find time to read this 500 page book in between homework and working and all that. It got desperate the night before the essay when I'd only reached the halfway point of the story, and I was beginning to fall asleep while reading the book. So I had to skip to a point about 75 pages from the end and finish off the book, because I was fairly positive that the essay question was going to have to do with the ending of the book (it was a mystery novel also, so I at least wanted to know who had committed the crime in case the question asked something specifically about that.) I did in fact finish the book this way, and it turned out that I probably wouldn't have had to waste my time or feel rushed so much because I could have written a decent essay based on the discussion we'd had in class the previous class time. Grr. So I was stressed for no reason.

The really, really stressful thing that happened after that was my Japanese Oral GPT test. Only ten minutes long, but one of the most nerve wracking ten minutes ever. One of the things that I found most stressful about it was that the couple of weeks up to that point had been fully occupied by the aforementioned papers and readings, so I hadn't really had time to go over the things that we'd learned earlier this year and last year. I've never had too much trouble, but I would have felt more prepared had I been able to study a little bit. It wasn't too hard though, but I'm sure I could've done better. Wish me luck on the written portion this coming Saturday (May 3rd).

After that I met up with Eric after his class (well, actually our class, but I skipped because of the GPT) and we went back to his apartment because our classes were done for the day. I got to play Zelda on his gamecube while he interviewed someone over the phone for a profile assignment for one of his journalism classes. I was totally just zoning out, and I'm sure you can appreciate the blank state of my mind after such an ordeal.

So yeah, Friday came along, and that was the day that I was going to go visit Eric's family, who I'd never met before. We left Friday evening, and I had dinner over there (we had steaks) and I got to meet his immediate family, and the neighbors from across the street. Later we went out with his friends to Denny's and after we got back we finished watching Austin Powers 3. A lot of newspapers didn't like the movie, but I thought that it was really funny. As far as films go it wasn't a masterpiece, but I like to think that I can separate good filmmaking from entertaining films (yes, a film can have both elements, but many times it doesn't.)

Saturday was Eric's birthday party, and I got to meet a lot of his relatives, and they were really nice and fun people. We had lasagna, Eric opened presents (I had given him mine the day before, a remote controlled car from an anime called Initial D which he really likes), and we all chatted. Later we went outside because there was a campfire going, and Eric's cousin Tommy entertained us with his antics and stories. Funny kid. We also roasted marshmallows and made smores. Fun stuff.

That night we watched another movie called The Good Girl which stars Jennifer Aniston. I liked it. It was a simple movie, incorporated references to A Catcher in the Rye, the music was good and quiet, and it was sort of bittersweet. I liked it, and I'd probably see it again.

Today I didn't do too much. I left Eric's parents' place, and hung out at his apartment for a while until I got picked up, and I've been here doing diddly squat since. I've got reading to do for tomorrow, but it's only a chapter out of a fairly short book which shouldn't be too much of an ordeal. Wednesday I'll have a presentation on the chapter, and hopefully my group will be good and responsible so that it won't cause me too much trouble. I still have a final paper to write for that class... better get started sometime. Good thing the week after I don't have my monday class, so I can at least start thinking about it. *sigh* I'm crossing big assignments off of my list one by one, and things are getting more and more manageable, but it just seems like I have so little time to squeeze everything in. Argh, it's difficult.

Well, I think I'm gonna chill out and play some video games or something, just to calm down and take my mind off the work I'll have to do soon. Wish me luck.
:: Jessi 4/27/2003 09:02:00 PM [+] ::
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I took this from Marni's Livejournal cuz I was bored and didn't want to think too much.

1. Ever encountered a ghost? I don't think so. But I suppose since I don't have the power to see dead people, I might just not realize it.

2. Ever seen a UFO? when I was in elementary school I used to think that planes were UFOs.

3. Does your computer have a name? Mr. Compy

4. Three things unusual about you: people tell me that I seem fascinated with my own boobs, but I don't know...

5. Greatest prank pulled? I don't think I've ever convincingly pulled any pranks, but there was this one time where my sister and I were fighting, and I convinced her that she had inadvertently paralyzed me from the waist down. Yeah, that was pretty sick of me.

6. Define goth: ^_^

7. Music CD your ashamed to have? Sailor Moon soundtrack. In English.

8. Do your bathroom tiles have little faces? I sure hope not, that would just be more fodder for nightmares.

9. Believe in revolution? WTF? It depends on what kind. And there are many.

10. Do you like Bush? I disagree with just about everything he does

11. Area 51? UFOs?? The X-Files ??? Right....

12. Do you eat cows? occasionally

13. Do you abuse cows?" not personally

14. Last dream you had? I had a dream that I was on a field trip at an aquarium and one of my Japanese teachers was leading it. Then she grabbed my hand and she was in a nun costume from some obscure anime. And then I dreamt that Eric had some burning thing that he tried to put out on my face. weird.

15. Worst Nightmare? I have weird dreams, but not very many truly frightening ones.

16. How many languages do you speak? English, a little Spanish and German, and more Japanese.

17. Two things you wish you were good at? putting myself ahead of other people sometimes, and CGing my artwork.

18. What super ability do you want? flight!

19. What are the little light spec thingies moving in a circular motion that appear when you look at the sky? too much LSD

20. Do you know what I'm talking about? not really

21. How will humanity end? President Bush elected another term

22. Think you could survive a ship wreck? No, even though I read all those survival story books in elementary school.

23. Four things you want to forget? Target, President Bush, how to be nervous, the ass smell in my room.

24. Worst movie? porn

25. Five things your afraid of? Spiders, worms, stress, oral tests, papers

26. How long can you hold your breath? something like a minute probably.

27. If you could take one item with you to paradise, what would it be? Eric

28. What animal do you resemble? Eric says something cute, like a bunny

29. Favorite ice-cream? strawberry

30. Leather or silk? silk
:: Jessi 4/24/2003 11:53:00 PM [+] ::
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fuckin' messed up weekend. I had three papers to write, one six page and two 6-8 pages. I thought I was gonna die, but I finished the last one at 4am today. Lucky for me. Now I just have the GPT and an in class essay on Thursday to contend with. :sigh: back to studying.
:: Jessi 4/22/2003 09:35:00 AM [+] ::
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*sigh* I don't have time for a whole lot tonight, because I have to get up early tomorrow and head off to work, but I just wanted to get something off my chest that had to do with a situation I found myself in tonight. It's sort of weird, and it had to do with someone's reaction to something that was going on. Let me explain. (and I apologize about the detail that I might go into, I just need to get it all off my chest).

Tonight Eric and I usually go to anime club, but during the late afternoon, Eric started to feel sick to his stomach, so he decided not to go. I stayed with him because I didn't really feel like going and facing the hordes of crazed otaku on my own, and I also didn't want to leave him feeling miserable at home while I was off having "fun." Anyway, he was moaning and groaning because of his stomach, which was hurting him really bad. His roommate was watching a video in their living room, so while she was doing that, Eric and I went into the bedroom where he rested and I sat with him and tried to keep him comfortable. Eventually his roommate was done with what she was doing and came back into the bedroom where she has her computer, and started writing her essay or whatever she was working on. Now, the part that caused the big controversy was the fact that, because of his stomach, Eric had taken off his pants and was wearing boxers while laying next to me on the bed. We weren't facing each other, we weren't up to anything "naughty" because he was obviously not feeling well and I had all my clothes on and was half asleep anyway. Anyway, Eric's roommate came into the room, and after a couple minutes she noticed his pants on the floor, and started saying all this stuff about how it was disrespectful to her for him to have his pants off like that and be in the bed with me at the same time, and that he needed to put his pants back on right then and there. Well, he got upset at her because he wasn't feeling well, but had some degree of comfort not having his pants pressing agains his stomach and she wasn't really understanding that aspect of the situation. But she was still pretty adamant, so he put his pants back on and we left the room. The part that really upset me was that, not long after he'd put his pants back on, Eric started to feel all sick again, and then actually was sick.

My position was, yeah, I might have felt uncomfortable somewhat had I been in Eric's roommate's place, but at the same time, if someone were sick and they told me that they gained some sense of comfort from having their pants off, then god damn it, I'd let them feel better. For crying out loud. But then that's me, and I can't speak for everyone.

So yeah, that was my day, and this weekend will be the weekend from hell, because I have to write somewhere around 20 pages worth of writing for stuff due on monday and tuesday. I'm sure I've mentioned it before. So wish me luck, I'll probalbly not be writing in here for the next couple of days.
:: Jessi 4/17/2003 11:57:00 PM [+] ::
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wow, yesterday's post was very, very angry, was it not? I really just get sick of people doing the same dumb stuff over and over, and then having their internet friends continue the madness on and on again. *sigh* oh well.

Today I signed up for the oral portion of the GPT (Graduation Proficiency Test) for Japanese, which I need to take and to pass in order to go on to third year Japanese. It's next week. I guess I don't feel too nervous about it, because, unlike the written and listening portions which are 50 minutes each, this one is only about 10 minutes, about the same as our oral tests for regular class. And it's got to cover two years worth of learning, so it's not as concentrated on one subject as our normal tests. I guess that could be a plus and a minus. I mean, it's good because there are multiple ways we could pick to answer a question correctly, whereas there's generally a certain format they want us to use for the normal oral interviews. But, I guess it's sort of bad because we have to be able to remember all the sorts of things we've learned over two years, and that might be a little hard. What if something comes up that we've covered but barely practiced? What if I forget a vocabulary word that they use? It's sort of a mystery and that's the part that I don't like. For our normal class, we basically practice the test all the way through the couple of days before the actual test, but for this one, I don't know if we'll get any practice or very many study hints. *sigh* but at least it's only 10 minutes, and if I keep telling myself that, it probably won't be too bad. And I should also keep telling myself that I have an above-average ability in the language compared to other people in my class, and if they can pass it, which I'm sure they probably can, then I probably don't have too much to worry about.

I've also been practicing my kanji the last couple of days. There was a kanji practice website linked from the Japanese program main page, so I went there and reviewed some of the meanings of the kanji. I actually know quite a few more than we learned in class. I may have mentioned this before, but I have a big ego suddenly and want to tell you all how good I am. I don't think kanji will be a problem, I'm just gonna review some more of the compounds from earlier in the textbooks to make sure I remember them and everything. Then I should be set for the writing and reading portions.

Listening I'm not so good at. That's usually the part I don't do so well on when I'm taking the tests. I don't know what it is, but sometimes the people just talk way faster than I expected. I guess I'll just have to try really hard when that part comes around.

Eric informed me that I left a word off of my anime blacklisted words list from yesterday, and this one is a rather important one: baka. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, baka means "idiot" or "moron" or something along those lines. They use this word in anime a lot, and while it sounds perfectly normal for it to come out of some anime character's mouth every two seconds, coming from a group of fangirls, it takes on a quality not unlike that of a screeching harpy. I passed a group of the "back row" clan from anime club one time (the whole "back row" deserves a separate explanation, so I'll get to that later), and they were all yelling the word "baka" back and forth to each other, then giggling at their little "joke" each time. Well, I got fed up with it and said within earshot that the word "baka" was so overused, and they laughed at me and said "no it's not!" and started to yell it at me too. Fucktards.

Anyway, if I'm to tell you about the "back row" group, then I have to give you a description of the room in which anime club is held. It's basically set up like a normal lecture hall with tiered seating, and at the top is a sort of wooden counter where computers and the like can be set up and where people can sit. Well, this group of oddballs has taken over the back area of the room, and used it as a sort of "clubhouse" and base of operations. Let me elaborate on the types of people who hang out in this area. There's the little red-headed PSEO brat who looks like he belongs in middle school and acts accordingly. Then there's the overactive and immature long haired girl who I believe happens to share my name (spelling and all). Then there's the big girl with the hint of a mustache who likes to "glomp" people (see previous post, it's in my list of blacklisted otaku words and sort of means to hug or latch on to someone), and also the white girl who thinks that she's a J-rock star and dresses accordingly (if you'd like to learn more about what I mean by "J-rock star", check out these examples. And yes, they're all men). Everyone back there acts as if their behavior has regressed about ten years. I'm not trying to claim that some amount of immaturity or "youthful outlook on life" is bad, but these people are young, dumb, and fucking proud of it, and they want to draw everyone else into their miserable little world that revolves around their limited understanding of Japanese culture which they've developed from watching anime.

These people are also contributers, though not the only ones, to the "squealers," or "people who want to ruin anime for the rest of us by being fucking loud and retarded during serious or angsty patst of the show." I swear, there are like specific triggers to the squeal factor, and they usually revolve around furry animals (usually cats or "nekos") or bishounen, or some combination of the two. What really bothers me though, are the times when people laugh because they just don't understand the gravity or seriousness of the situation. There have been a few times lately when I've been watching a show (Fruits Basket comes to mind, since it can get emotional in the later episodes), and have been close to crying, and then some humor trigger will go off for these people, though I don't see the humor, and they'll shriek with laughter and it ruins the mood for me. Which is generally why I've taken to downloading the anime I like, even when I've seen it at anime club, just so I can watch it at home in peace and experience the emotions that are stolen from me each week at club. Oh, and there's also a guy who I'll only refer to as the "ninja of damn" because anytime anything happens in any anime, he'll exclaim "daaaamn!" and I'll have this amazing urge to kick his ass right then and there. And he ties some sort of headband thing around his head which is why I like to call him the "ninja of damn" rather than something like the "dumbass of damn," or just a "stupid, dumbshit, god damn motherfucker!" Yeah, I stole that from an Offspring song, but it was just so appropriate that I couldn't resist.

Of course, there are good things about club too. I've met some cool people there, met some other artists and gamers, and club was even indirectly responsible for me and Eric getting to talk to each other more. And I get to see shows that I normally wouldn't pick for myself, but end up liking all the same (like Noir this semester, and Azumanga Daioh last semester.) So it's more fun than I might make it out to be. I just get pissed when people don't act appropriately and it gets in the way of my enjoyment of the evening. Grow up!

Well, it's after midnight but I'm not tired yet, dou shiyou??? I think this blog post is spent, though. I'm done.
:: Jessi 4/16/2003 12:34:00 AM [+] ::
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you know what? there are way too many people out there who think they know some japanese and they really, really don't. One of the most frequent things I see happens on the oekaki boards I visit. People will try and use katakana, because they've run across some online tutorial and they think they're all that because they know some "japanese," then they'll go and draw some picture and write someone's name in katakana, and it's just so wrong. They'll use the wrong sounds or write it really ugly so that you can barely tell what it says. Because I'm more educated, that crap really pisses me off. Another thing that annoys me is that there seem to be just a few japanese words that people know, and they're all annoying because I hear them so often I want to scream. In no particular order, these words are:

Neko, bishounen, glomp (not sure if this is actually a japanese word, it might just be a stupid fangirl word. But I want it to stop. Now.), bishies (bastardization of 'bishounen"), hentai, kawaii, sentence fragments "ne" and "no da" tacked on to english sentences, miko, the name suffix "-chan," sugoi, among others.

and one other thing that bothers me... everyone and their brother seems to know the japanese words for "white" and "black" (shiroi and kuroi). Fucking stop naming your characters after these colors! It's not original and I don't want to hear it anymore. If you want to give your char a Japanese name, find a list of Japanese names and pick one, don't think you're intelligent and cunning because you know two words and you want to name your two shounen-ai shiteiru bishounen angst-bombs after them. Get a fucking clue and take a Japanese class.

So yeah, I think my feelings about the majority of otaku might best be summed up by this.

and now my anger is spent.
:: Jessi 4/15/2003 01:03:00 AM [+] ::
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blegh, guess what? Yeah, I got sick again. Not really so bad this time, but I have a runny nose that won't stop, a scratchy throat, and a small fever.

Wow, so today I inadvertantly delved into a painful memory of my shitty childhood. I can't remember what prompted it, and I'm too pissed off to relate it here (let's just say it had to do with my parents making fun of me for crying) so I'm just going to bitch about how my family has messed me up. You know, things wouldn't be half as bad in my life if my parents would just try to apologize and treat me with a little respect sometimes. I'm not in elementary school any more, I shouldn't be treated that way. People also shouldn't laugh at people who are crying. It teaches them that crying is bad, when really, if you don't let your feelings out that way, they're gonna come out some other way. Damn, I wish I could move out. I think about that every day. I wish I had some reliable and large income so that I could just go away and leave my old life in the past where it belongs.

God, I was gonna start working on my two papers that I have coming up for class, but I didn't get to either one of them. I was so exhausted after work that I couldn't bring myself to do anything but sit in front of the computer and chat and draw pictures. Grr, I need some major motivation to get things done so it doesn't get any worse.

Right, so my room smells like ass, and I can't figure out what's causing it. First I thought maybe a cat had left a surprise for me in some nook or corner in my room, but I looked around and couldn't find anything. Then I thought that maybe I had been farting into my desk chair a lot and the smell was leaking back into the room, but I sniffed the chair and all I could smell was my perfume (no, not my ass perfume). So I have no clue where it's coming from. I might just be imagining things, who knows. Or maybe my computer has gas?? ^_^

Gotta get going, gonna sleep soon I think.
:: Jessi 4/13/2003 11:16:00 PM [+] ::
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I don't really have time to write today. I have to get up early and call my advisor on the phone. But here's a little something to keep you entertained until I have some free time (and seeing as how I have so much stuff due in the next couple of weeks, that might be a very, very long time).
:: Jessi 4/11/2003 01:49:00 AM [+] ::
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Yeah, yeah, so I haven't posted for a little while. Sometimes real life actually gets in the way of me talking about real life. I've had a busy week and I've got a couple of big assignments coming up to bother me also. So I spent this evening after I got home working ahead on some of the homework I knew I could finish more easily, so now I can concentrate on the hard stuff starting tomorrow evening after I get home.

I guess the logical thing to do would be to go into the interesting things that happened in the past week, but I don't really want to do that right now. What I really want to do is to talk about how crappy my day was today. Yeah, you heard me, I want to complain about my life. That's really what these things are for anyway.

Right, so lately my mother has been getting on my nerves big time. It's not just that she nags me all the time, cleans my room when I'm not at home, accidentally throws away important stuff of mine or anything, it's that she's treating me more and more like a kid when I'm really just about ready to get up and leave the house because I feel so damn constrained. I can't even make the decision whether I'm too sick to go to work without her trying to make me feel guilty by saying that I only skipped work because I didn't want to go. Of course I didn't want to go, but I know I need the money, and I don't make the decision lightly to call in. She was making it sound like I do it every week, when In the past two or three months, I've only called in one other time. I'm old enough to know when I'm too sick to work. I'm old enough to not need a lecture about responsibility, and I'm old enough not to listen to that shit. So I did my homework and ignored her till she went away.

Whatever, I don't want to talk about it anymore. Anyway, I was just sick today and I skipped work so I could try and feel better for school and not die because I had assignments due and a quiz in Japanese.

I'm pissed now, I don't want to write anymore.
:: Jessi 4/07/2003 11:35:00 PM [+] ::
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