Well, here I am on my second day as a web-journaler. And this is the second time I've written. I rock!
Anyway, today was very non-productive, as my entire week really has been. I'm still REALLY tired, but can't nap... I know! What's wrong with me?!?! I can't nap! I can always nap! I just sit there, trying to fall asleep. I'm a little bit sad. Neal told me he's heard stories about Tom Coverdale. About how he and Fife essentially make people, or rather girls, strip to get into their parties. I can only hope he's wrong... sigh... I guess all my friends who have crushes on Hornsby are lucky. I mean, he's a good boy. He even went to church the day after the Kent State game. Oh well. I think my crush is starting to fade anyway. I know, that was quick. What can I say? I am that good.
French class was boring. As usual. My prof went around several times trying to make sure everybody could say their r's correctly. I really hate it when he does that. I feel like everybody is staring at me, which they probably are. Luckily it was my only class of the day. Then I went to prayer lunch, where we had KFC. The quality has kind of gone down. No more home-cooked meals. I mean, I understand why Linda can't really do it. And why we have pre-made stuff a lot. But it still makes me a little sad.
Michelle, Shannon, and I went to the little party thing in Dunn Meadow and then went shirt shopping. Both were disappointing as we couldn't find any good shirts and no bands played while we were there. Hopefully tonight will be fun though. I'm going to a fake rave! Three Minute Mile is playing, who I like.
Well, this has been pretty boring, I know. But too bad. That's what I wrote and that's what you get.

Ahhh!!! I started a web-journal!!! Whatever is wrong with me?!?! Okay. I'm over that. I was just jealous of all of my friends. THEY all have web journals, so I wanted one too. So here it is, baby.
Okay. I am so... confused. My mind is running at the speed of light. You didn't know that was possible, did you? I'm slowly recovering from our loss and I'm almost back to normal. Except for this "slight", if by slight you mean slightly obsessive..., crush on Tom Coverdale. He is so cute, though. Too bad there is almost NO chance that I'll ever have a conversation with him. I'm hoping it'll pass. I haven't had a real crush in so long, I'd forgotten how annoying it is.
Anyway, I'm also thinking about changing what semester I go to England. Or questioning if I really want to. Not that I don't think it'd be cool. Because it would be. But one of my inherent qualities is laziness. And planning a semester abroad is a lot of work. Maybe I should just do a summer. Or a trip. I don't know. I do have good reasons for changing the semester, though. One. THe basketball team. It is going to rock next year and it would kill me to be in England if we win the NCAA tournament. Seriously. I would probably have a heart-attack. And I have lots of friends who are all getting season tickets and it would be really fun. Two. I have several friends who are graduating next year. I don't want to miss their last semester! Three, housing for senior year. I do NOT want to live in a dorm again. But everybody decides second semester where they are going to live. Four, I will probably have to find an internship that summer; that would be easier to do here. AHHHH!!! I wish that I could just shut off my mind for a while.
I am so broke. There are so many things that I want to do that require money. I feel the money just flowing out of my pocket. But there is no way that I'm not going to see Peter, Paul, and Mary or Cabaret or Lucia di Lammermoor. Plus I have to buy people presents. And I don't know if I have a job for the summer yet...