Okay, this is me sounding off:

1: Some hicks tried starting a fight with me and my friends at a Steak and Shake a week ago and I'm still not over it. Hearing faggot remarks for the duration of an entire meal makes me desperately want to lose a knife inna slunt. Never have I been so insulted. As much as I wanted it to just end with no problems or scuffles, I was kicking myself for not wearing my steel-toed boots...fucking bastards. Next time we're getting tasty.

2: Hipster youths, stop gushing over yourselves: Garden State was good, but not that good. Let's just bring down the banners and pretend you were never so religously fervent about this movie. Furthermore, the soundtrack didn't save anybody's life. Get real.

3: Conor Oberst: cunt. I don't like him. Sorry. He made some good songs, I'll concede, but his lyrics all too often run on the trite side. You haven't gotten over junior high; I get it. Just chill, brother. Honestly, when douchebag frat boys start gabbing about how deep you are, game over. Not that I'm saying that ones audience is the clearest indicator of ones talent or vision, but when the emotionally retarded start grunting your praises, you should consider stuffing some of that ego and pretension into some far-flung corner of your basement.

4. NO MORE POSTAL SERVICE!!!! FUCK! Honestly, it's the 'Hey Ya' effect all over again!

5. Backwards hat guy in most of my classes...SHUT UP!!! SHUT IT THE FUCK UP! Gah! You're dumb, and our classes aren't a joke; you are, you fucking jackass! Those guys have doctorates, and you're a civil engineering major! Everybody else makes fun of you guys! FUCK!

6. If I could trade in my trumpet so I could know Spanish, I'd leap at the chance. Curses, band class, for stealing my opportunities!

I guess that's enough. Feel free to disagree with me...except for that thing about Oberst; he's a cunt.

current mood: relieved

Things are getting loco.

Me living in a house next year are still up in the air. Ray and my roomate, Jason, seem pretty serious about the place. If Hunter ends up doing this, it'll suck having to tell one of them they're out.

Things are really busy here at school. I'm working like crazy, but still falling behind. And now I have to register for classes next semester. Two classes that are really important that I take next semester are scheduled at the exact same time, and they aren't offered in summer classes or community college. So this is where I go from a semester behind to a year behind, which is okay, I guess. I knew this was going to happen.

I'm a tough one, you guys. I'll be fine. That's what I keep telling myself.

current mood: stressed

If I don't get away from this place, I'll surely die.

There is a great chance that I will be stuck living in the dorms. Again. This cannot happen.

So Todd is going to be studying abroad in Germany all of next year. He's out definitely. And I don't know what the fuck Hunter is pulling. First he said he was definitely in, and now he keeps telling everybody he's still thinking about it. What I do know is that he's dicking us around in a big way.

In any case, if [huge if] Hunter is, in fact, in on the house, we're still short a person, and all of our friends have their stuff taken care of by now. Except Ray.

It's far too late to look into anything else. There's no chance at all. None. If we can't get this house, I don't know what on earth I'm going to do with myself. I really don't. I was sick of freshman when I was a freshman. I'm tired of drunks. I'm tired of having a roomate. I'm just tired. I need a nap.

I need a hug.

current mood: hopeless

I sat down to write about what's been going on with me, and now I can't seem to think of anything. I'll do what I can..

This weekend I've been hanging out with the guys I'm going to be living with next year. The definites, anyway. (Ryan, Jeff, Sean). I went to Taylorville friday afternoon to pick up my friend, Jenny's, friend, Laurel. Laurel is really swell. I think she's a senior in high school? Yeah. Anyway, she's been smitten with my friend, Jeff, since she visited last semester and caught a momentary glimpse of him in the hallway of my floor. The feeling is mutual with Jeff. So all of us have been selling Bradley U. to Laurel like we're used car dealers. Jeff is such a great guy. He really needs a girl to fawn over him, and Laurel is a peach.

Sean, Ryan and I went to every record shop in the greater Peoria area this saturday. I found a copy of Hatful of Hollow. So good! It's so fun being with those guys. College really isn't "college" without them. Next year will be swell.

So I'm glad everybody had a great time at the Morrissey concert. I think I've gotten over my jealousy for the most part. Can't say I'm not still a slight shade of jealous, but I'm a work in progress; don't expect everything. I'm honestly quite glad all of you had that wonderful experience together. Thinking about that helps me to smile.

current mood: okay

I bought a sweet shirt at the Goodwill today. It's super rad. Brand new Banana Republic shirt for $1.62. Can't beat that, folks.

My friend, Jenny, is officially a SuicideGirl. I'm excited for her. She's been talking about this since last year. I still wonder if Catherine or Randi will ever apply. They're both beautiful women; I don't know why they would think otherwise. So yeah, I'm going to have to look out for 'Jaebu.'

Things are hectic, but things are okay. I've come to that conclusion. Everybody seems to have problems. I have to struggle with things, too, but things are going really well for me. I can't complain. From now on I'm going to make a point of not complaining. Complaining only serves to make us more upset. Besides, I've got a girl who really loves me, friends who really care about me, and I'm getting the opportunity to get an education and a great job thanks to my wonderful parents. Things are very okay.

*41 days until Catherine

current mood: okay

I'm back from fall break. It was exactly what the doctor ordered. I was on a crash course into burnout city. The number crunching was really killing me inside. I was so lucky to see Catherine. Being with her was so calming and comforting. She gave me what I desperately needed: two days to let my guard down. I can't remember the last time I had that luxury. Probably the last time I was with her...

It was also really great seeing the crew, Randi, Nick, Isaac, Amanda, and yes, Uriah, too. I like them all very much. I really want to be on better terms with them. Someday I hope I can just call one of them up and have it not be weird. I feel like they're still warming up to me to some degree, and some more than others, of course. I really want them all to see me as a friend, and not a friend's love interest.

I saw a movie with my friend, Sean, tonight. I really love hanging out with him. He's a swell guy. When I'm with him, I really feel like I'm "in college." I get that idyllic sensation that I promised myself as I filled out college applications. It seems like no matter what we do I take something meaningful from it, even if it's just piece of mind.

I'm going to be living off-campus next year. It's almost official, but not quite. Some friends and I have the heads-up on a killer rental house less than a block from school. It sounds like a go. All we need to do is set up the final linup of people who are going in on it. I'm excited, but slightly worried that I won't be able to see Catherine as much...but then again, now she has somewhere to shack up if and when she comes down to Peoria.xxx.

Summation: Fall Break was awesome, I really like Catherine's friends, Sean rules, dorms suck.

current mood: relaxed