I want to archive my damn older entries but there so much of them that I'm hesitant to even think about undertaking such a task. I already have like 13 archive pages too and the last month I archived barely had enough space to read what number page each was. Ah, good stuff. Perhaps it's time to jump to another name? That seems like an awful lot of work too though. All the good names in Diaryland are taken, or anything I would remotely want to use. I know, I've looked through the members' area and there are some pretty dumb sounding usernames (ooh, mean, tsk) ... and I never knew there were so many god damn ways to spell "princess" ...
If anyone wants to archive for me, email me or sign my guestbook or something (only requirement: you have to be someone I don't think will log into my account later on and screw with my stuff ... because we all know I have evil friends - hell, I trust everyone out there I don't know personally more than some of my friends ... and I'm quite unwilling to change my password) ... I'll give you a dollar ... I'll even handwrite you a thank you note on the stationary I bought and never use. Good times.
Today was pretty shitty. I had to try and pass one of those god forsaken psych 100 tests or face the wrath of the final. I also had to have lunch with my uncle and aunty from Michigan at a restaurant I had no idea the vicinity of. Mmm, to make a long story concise and perhaps incoherent: had lunch, drove to UH, studied psych, realized I didn't have my "you're a dumbass" paper (phrase courtesy of Kim, my hero) but figured I could just fill one out when I went in, studies like hell, realized I had NO ID on me, fucking A ..., found high school ID on me, didn't want to look more like a dumbass, walked all the fucking way back to parking structure, drove home in traffic, found ID's in pants pocket (was driving without license too, tsk on me), drove ass back to UH in traffic, skimmed chapter, failed test, got pissed off, went back to fucking parking structure, drove home in fucking traffic.
Yes, two things I really dislike are walking in the hot sun and driving in traffic. As a result, today really pissed me off ... didn't even pass the damn test. BAH.
Oh, I also totally smacked a pillar in the parking structure on my way out. Another car saw me too. I was too embarrassed to stop and check if there was damage but the bang was pretty loud. I worried intensely about it all the way home in between cussing out other drivers. Luckily, the rubber bumper and rubber side strip took most of the hit and I only chipped some of the pain on the edge of the door ... although I think the damage was minimal only by the grace of god. My old, ugly, ghetto Camry kicks ass sometimes. I hit so many things - ranging from tapping cars to light posts to hedges to trees - and the rubber bumper doesn't show a thing! Why they stopped making rubber bumpers is beyond me, I want one forever! My car also automatically turns my headlights off when I open my door and forget to do so. I love my car. Screw you rich kids with new sports cars.
Wow, this is longer than my last two months of entries combined ... probably.
It was sunny in Manoa and rainy everywhere else I went. How that happened is beyond me also.
As you can see, a lot of things are beyond my grasp of knowledge.
I was reading awkwardpause and his situation made me think of Geoff. I hardly see Geoff now, which I wouldn't really say is a good or a bad thing because Geoff can be an ass sometimes, as many people tell me. People tell me that about a lot of the guys I date ... lucky me. I need to stop dating asses.
I don't feel like rambling anymore.
4:15 p.m. - November 26, 2002
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