2004-01-16 - 11:48 a.m.

Okay, so a quick entry before I journey off to Northwestern (I think). They came and fixed my smoke detector and the outlets in my room yesterday. So now I can plug in my newly defunct microwave (it lights up and counts down the time, but alas, no heat!) into one of my brand new outlets and hopefully won't set off my reconnected to the ceiling smoke detector. Grr.

My lips are chapped, apparently breathing through your mouth will do that to you. Damn this cold! I've been keeping up on the blistex, and luckily I bought tons of lip gloss, so I should be kissably wonderful before this weekend is over. I'm going to use my Peep tree lip gloss this weekend. I'm so fucking weird.

I got all packed and ready to go. I nearly had a heart attack because I couldn't find my check book (not that there's really anything *in* there, I just enjoy the Monopoly cover), but I found it in the box under my bed. I had been shooting for the trunk, but we all know girls can't aim worth a damn anyway. Reason number 231 why I shouldn't be allowed to use a gun...

I've got class from 1-1.50, then I'm running to the den for some packable food (because I'm poor), and then back to the room to gather the belongings, and then off to Doc's office. I'm riding in the van, and it's me, doc, and a sam. Yeah, go figure. And the girls get two rooms, so we each get our own beds. Rock! I enjoy sleeping on a big bed...kind of lonely, but still very nice. Going to have two rounds on Saturday and two rounds on Sunday, with the awards following right after. Then I'm coming back here, hopefully am staying up here this weekend with plans either Sunday night, Monday, or Tuesday, but if not, I guess I'll head home after we get back on Sunday night. Not really wanting to, but whatever.

I have a strange desire to go to Hooters. Hopefully, it'll either pass or someone will take me there and buy me a cheeseburger.

Oh well. I have some more stuff to get done before class, so I should probably get on it.

Thinking - "You can't change the way you are if you can't admit to the way you've been."

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