yep. more rain. how i love coming home and having to change EVERYTHING, because i'm totally soaked.
so i have a high C in journalism right now. and i am SO EXCITED about this. i got an article back today - 97/100. dude. how amazing am i? i knew that was a good one when i turned it in. :-D
i skipped world politics again today. i really need to go to that class, for real. but, you know what? i'm lazy. and i don't really like that class all that much. so bleh. i'm not gonna fucking go on tuesdays, until my presentation week. hahahaha, yay me.
aaaaand, let's see. i had to meet with my jou prof "during class." she let us out at 4:25, and had us meet with her in her office in 5 minute intervals. i got 5 FUCKING 40! so i had nothing to do for over an hour. went and got some coffee (woo!), and sat in the basement of the student center, working on organizing my chuck d. notes so i could write the article....which is not due until tuesday now. sweet.
so i walk back to EGJ...only to find 5 appointments sitting in the hallway. so they were pushed back by, like, 25-30 minutes. i was going to be so late to statistics that i decided to just...not go. that'll probably fuck me over in the longrun, but whatever - as long as i get about a B in there, i'll be set. :)
hmm. this is the worst part of the semester. where i always lose interest in my classes. and i always lose direction and motivation. come on, krysti. pick up the pace. :) no, not the salsa. haha. i'm so damn funny.
so mike actually came over last night. and it was really really good. like, we just sort of sat around here and chatted for something like 2-3 hours. i don't even know how long it was, but i know that i thoroughly enjoyed myself, and would like to see him again. soon. preferably sometime this weekend....for, like, a date or something. haha. i'm so smooth. :)
but, no, i don't know what i'd been so scared of as far as he was concerned for so long. i was terrified that he was going to come over here and hurt me or something, i guess. or maybe i'm just....scared of someone actually caring about me, and stuff. i don't really know how to handle all that. honestly. and a new relationship kinda scares me, but i really want one at the same time. like, i want it, but then again, i'm being all reserved and retarded for some reason. for real, though....i was so comfortable around him. it was great - i'm not used to being all at ease around someone so quickly. i mean, sure, i'm fidgety, but i'm always like that. especially with boys. potential boys to date. :)
things were good, though, so we'll see. i'd like to not screw this up....sigh. i really want another one of his really great hugs right about now, as i write my spanish composition, and continue to organize my chuck d. notes. in a way, i'd also like for him to be sitting here, in my room, with my 27 candles lit, and the lights all low with me....just sort of....being together. i don't know. maybe i'm being too much of a girl. knowing me, that's probably the truth.
go listen to as much averi as you possibly can: averi averi averi! they amaze me to no end. the coupling of pop music and jazz (courtesy of some sweet ass saxophone) is just....god. orgasmic. :) promise.
i'm going to go get back to the world of spanish now. i sort of just wanted to check in.
oh, and DJ? i'm fucking pissed at you. and i want to know what you thought of my poem. don't make me come to south carolina and beat your ass. haha. kidding. although it would be nice to see you . . .
hrmm. anyone have any good ideas as to how to get daniel out of my head? he sure seems to be popping up a lot lately, and i really want him gone. yes, dan, i said i want you gone. gone gone gone. mikey always tells me to channel switch, but he's starting to become more powerful than the channel switching. :( i want him out of my head. out of my life. out of my soul. i guess he'll always be a part of me, after what he took and what we "shared," but i want him as a living being and not just a memory gone. i can't even think about things we used to do or whatever without thinking about what he's doing and how he is. as if i should care. but i do, i guess, sort of. i know i shouldn't, but i do, and i....don't want to anymore! aaaah! this is all so confusing!
get out of my head, you bastard!
okay, now that i got that out of my system....a-spanishing we go. :)