should be buying books!
01/14/2003 09:19 p.m.
But I'm not buying books. Because I'm posting on pathetic. A poem even! I'm proud. It was the kind that attacks you when you're trying to cross the street. I had just sealed a letter to my sweetie and I could still taste the glue from the envelope. I'm not sure if that's how you spell that. Oh well. So yes, I posted a poem. I TOLD you I would. :) True, it's not the same as the ones I'd written before, but still.

My dear roommate is sick! This distresses me. I don't know what to do. I would hate to be sick here. I guess I'm just going to keep offering to get things for her. I swear, I think it's my fault. I bring illness to all who live with me. Sorry, Tommy. But you see? First Tommy, then Ashley. I'm killing everyone around me!!

Or I'm melodramatic and self-centered. Could be.

But I hope she feels better. It's weird to see an Ashley that's all quiet and pensive. Feel better, roommatie dear!!

I attempted to cancel with the missionaries. I left a message. I think I'm going to have to call back. Yeah. I just don't feel right about it.

I guess that's all. I need to run to the bookstore and acquire some mythology books and a WIRELESS INTERNET CARD.

The end.
I am currently Content
I am listening to kids talking

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elders... and nuns... funny...
01/14/2003 12:56 a.m.
I'm borrowing Ashley's computer while she's out for food.

Don't really have much to say.

Today was full of boredom.

Tomorrow's all about the Latter Day Saints. Going to talk to Elder Beautiful and Elder Cutie... that's so not allowed. Ash, get the white handbook out. Okay, okay. Elder Davis and Elder Labrecque. I think that's how you spell that. Hm. I'm not sure what's going to happen with all that but we shall see.

I can't be a nun if I'm a mormon. That's a HUGE problem for me. I love nuns. Which is funny cause the missionaries are sort of male, mormon versions of nuns. It all comes together.

It's time to go now. I love you. It's so easy to say when it's not aimed at anyone in particular. :)

I wuv you. You know who you are. :)
I am currently Restless
I am listening to the TV that gets maybe 4 channels

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things
01/13/2003 04:14 a.m.
I don't know. I wrote a poem. But I might not post it. It's sort of about the missionaries. It might not be in good taste. We'll hold off on the posting of it. Yep.

Today was a weird day. Very strange. But Eric came to visit. I wish he would have stayed longer but I WAS on the phone and Ashley was coloring, so it's understandable. What a great kid. I'm really happy he's here. He's kind of kept me sane. And we called ourselves a Matthew Nathan today. He's still alive. And funny. But he wants to go to Chicago. MMmmmm... not allowed. Must stay in Georgia.

And I'm loving my roommate. I honestly was a little apprehensive before I got here about how we'd get along, but that Ashley, she's the best. Wow. Even when she's sleepy she still drives me to Landrum to sit and watch me eat. I dunno, she's just wow. But she didn't mention the "betta" misspelling. Urgh. :) Well, now I know.

I'm afraid and excited about Spring Break. I REALLY need to see Tommy again. REALLY. But I'm thinking the only way we'll manage is if I stay at a hotel. Which brings up all kinds of weird things. I don't know. We'll see. It's not like it's tomorrow or anything. So we have time.

I miss mom and dad. I called my mom today all tearful and stuff. I felt silly but I think it made her feel good. That makes me happy. And she said all kinds of nice mom-type things. She's a good mom.

I just need to stop being paranoid. That is SO much easier said than done. People (certain ones) :) deserve my trust. And they should get it. So they will. I promise.

No worries. And I'm just going to take my dad's advice and not even put myself in bad situations anymore. I'm sticking to reading my psych book and maybe my myth book. That's all. Nothing extracurricular.

I'm sorry. I've been longwinded.

I love that birdhouse... soul... TMBG song. A lot. It's SO fun. My favorite line? "Who watches over you?" The way he sings it and what it's saying... I just really like it.

I need to go to bed now. I'll post more later. Honest.

The end.




I am currently Bothered
I am listening to loud and excited college students

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after me
01/11/2003 12:00 a.m.
Okay, so I've said what I needed to. The poem was posted because someone said I should. It's a poem. Get a grip. This is the last reference that will be made to you.
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boredom
01/10/2003 04:59 p.m.
I have no idea why I'm posting SO many journal entries. Boredom maybe. Which is funny cause there are probably things I could be doing for classes. But I'm a big slacker. Yep.

Tommy's going over to friend's house tonight and Ashley's going on a date (at this point... maybe cancellation will occur? dunno) so I am going to be BORED tonight. I'll probably hang out in the computer lab in our dorm like a big dork. I could go over and visit Eric in Hendricks. Blegh, that's too much movement. I'm lazy. We'll see.

I posted another poem. I lost about 3 or 4 of them when I lost a notebook here... but they weren't necessarily going to be posted anyway. Point being, I've slowly started writing again. It takes me a while when I'm not comfortable in a place. And GA Southern's a big change. A smidge hard to get used to. But it's getting better. The people are extremely southern, but nice.

Anyway, I've run out of things to say. I'll most likely post again tonight as I'll be SITTING.

Off to English class!
I am currently Tired
I am listening to girls at ChikFilA yell out numbers

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last night I guess
01/09/2003 08:42 p.m.
I greatly dislike my math class. It's stuff we did last year but I was BAD at last year's math class. So there you go. And that class is SO LONG. I hate it. The end.

I'm going to post more poems eventually. And maybe change a journal entry into a poem at the suggestion of Lori Johnson. Hm, we'll see.

It was all about the visitors last night. Ash and I are in the computer lab as we generally are and in walks Eric Dodson in a light blue hat, navy wife-beater, Hawaiian shorts, white long johns, socks and black tennis shoes. It was bizarre. I was afraid. But he came to visit us and he met Beta Eric (which is pronounced "betta Eric" by the way) and he brought Mark... some boy he knows named Mark. He looks a lot like Ben Tewes. Only not as skinny. That Ben, he's small. Anyway, so those kids came up to our room and met the fish and we're all sitting around talking and John comes in. John likes Ashley. That makes me laugh. But oh well. So we had three boys in our room. Wow. Bob Jones would cry. Eventually Eric and Mark left because Eric had work so it was just Ash, John and me. Which was fine. We talked about those latter day saints. :) And THEN my HONEY called. I was overjoyed. And then, like a silly little girl, I ignored him. I'm dumb. But John left not too long after he called and after a disturbing story about Mary Ruth's friends via the Strass, I spoke with my HONEY.

Yes, my honey. I miss him. A lot. He's the greatest. Oh yes he is.

My mom's writing a poem. That makes me smile.

And now I have a headache and I want an extremely late lunch or a way early dinner. I'm going to go find one of those.

Okay?

I am currently Lovesick
I am listening to a boy on his cell phone... I dunno

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Norah Jones... poems... and Ashley Owens
01/08/2003 11:36 p.m.
What is it with this school and Norah Jones? She's everywhere. I've heard this song about a million times since I've been here. Not that I dislike the song. I like it a lot actually. So why am I complaining? I have no idea.

There's been a lot of activity on my part lately, but it was mostly journal entries until today. I finally posted a poem. It was the first impulsively written poem since my poesie days. I just sat and typed and what came out got posted. There's a journal entry that maybe belongs in the poetry section... oh well. I'll get over it.

I've been writing bunches of poetry type things lately, actually. But I don't know... I guess they're too personal to post. Maybe eventually I'll get to a point where I can write descriptively about these things without being graphic. I don't know. We'll see. At this point I'm still working out the sounds of words and things.

I have discovered Ashley Owens. And I feel silly that it took so long. If you haven't read her poetry go do that right now. She's amazing. She's all into the Tori Amos and stuff and heaven knows I love that. And when you read her things it seems so... continuous or something. Like the whole poem is one continuous thought. It's very cool. So go. Right now. Read. She deserves it.

I suppose that's all I have to say. Also this is a non-smoking building, bud. Put that thing away.

The end.


I am currently Peachy
I am listening to that dang Norah Jones song

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honestly
01/08/2003 08:08 p.m.
It honestly doesn't matter. Honestly.

I'm not saying I'm not childish. We all know that's not true. But at least I'm a friend.

And yes, I've had problems. Who hasn't? So what if I deal with them differently than you?

It makes me giggle to think of how you thought you knew so much. How you said that if I got angry, I'd come with all my guns blazing. That just makes me laugh. Mostly because it proves how much I've rubbed off on you. How much of me is a part of you. That makes me laugh. You're using what I gave you to kill me. That's ironic. In a way, with every word you write, you prove to me that I'm still in you. Every stab is a kiss.

But I guess that's the way you like it, huh?
I am currently Sarcastic
I am listening to people typing

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dance
01/08/2003 04:27 a.m.
dance
dance
dance
it's seems like the right word
don't know why
not the right situation
dance
dance
dance
sometimes I just don't care about him
replace me, please
I honestly won't mind
dance
dance
dance
and when I'm sitting with my love
heart beating
no one else in this world matters
dance
dance
dance
I couldn't care a single bit more
those are the moments
when I can forget that I'm being forgotten
dance
dance
dance
and I don't really mind
leave me all you want
I'm not going to be alone
dance
dance
dance
sometimes instead of crying I dance
it's easier
people don't try to comfort you
dance
dance
dance
but not this time
I'm dancing for joy
because I'm actually happy
dance
dance
dance
and I don't care what you say
I am currently Lovesick
I am listening to a game of cards being played

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it seems necessary
01/08/2003 12:49 a.m.
to post another journal entry. Ashley's in mormon class and I smell like men's cologne. All shall be explained. Not to worry.

So I woke Ash up to a phone call from her sweetie... :)... but not really... at about 6 and we decided we needed some Chik-Fil-A. We drove ourselves over and had some food. We're standing in line waiting for our food (it's always so freaking crowded) and in walks... Dave. Yes, Dave. He's pretty. (this is where Ashley always points out that he knows he is and he does so you should know that.) But anyhoo, he orders and I'm waiting for my food and he when he's done he comes over and stands next to me. He doesn't really know who I am yet so he didn't say anything. But he was right next to me and I could smell his cologne. Wow. I didn't think anything of it really so we ate and then came back and Ashley drove off into the sunset towards the LDS Gym. :) (funny story... maybe later) I figured that since I have so much time to myself (until 8:30ish when Elder Cutie is coming to have a talk) I'd go to the lab and see if MY HONEY had emailed me. (um, he hadn't.) :( So I'm sitting there all "where's my honey? doesn't he love me?" and suddenly there's an arm around me. Alarming as I know Ashley's gone and it wasn't Eric and I don't KNOW anyone else... so I look over... and... yes, friends, it was Dave. And he was smelling good. Wow. And now I smell like Dave. He's nice. Good guy.

I suppose I tell this story because it's so different from last semester. Boys weren't allowed anywhere NEAR girls. And I'm meeting people. I didn't really meet people at Bob Jones. But I am here. It's a really enjoyable thing.

It wasn't for jealousy purposes... of course not. I'm still waiting for an email from my dearest.

I shall now go call parents. And maybe my sweet.

Yay.

Have a nice week, kids.
I am currently Peaceful
I am listening to kids chatting in the lounge

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