Grr I spent a LONG TIME on my last post, and Mr. Compy decided that he didn't want it to work, so it was lost and forever forgotten.

Too bad.

Cuz I'm not writing it again.

I'm tired. As always. I do my entires, usually, in the evening, so I am pretty sleepy at that point. Or this point. Or whenver the hell the point is that I write these entries.

This weekend, I get my compy back. MY COMPY! And it's gonna frickin' work. And then I'll have a compy all the time in my room, and I get to be one of those college students who is signed on to AIM 24-7 but just puts up an away message to brag about whatever I'm doing at the moment. Like so: "I'm going to the bestest place in the entire world and flying with the cutest boy in the world and eating the yummiest grub in the world and having the bestest time in the world...hope you're having a good time at home high-school kids!"

And flying? I'm sure there's a flying club. There's an EVERYTHING club here, except for writing. Actually, there is a writing club, but it's only for grad students, and considering that I'm NOT a grad student, that doesn't really do me much good, now, does it?! Dammit!

I want a writing club! NOW! I want a critique group! NOW! I mean, a live one. I'm in Literateen again...yay! Cuz Literateeners rule. But...I do want a live one! And I THOUGHT that when I went to college, I'd get the opportunity to have such a thing.

I mean, come on! There's only 26,000 people here! There HAS to be a few writers!

Maybe I'll start a critique group. I kind of started Literateen...but how do you find writers? Yech. Grr. Why do I have a problem with this? I dunno. There's this voice inside my head telling me to just do it and post some goddamned posters that say "My name is Jess, I'm a little 5'2 girl and I want to start a writing club!! Call my personal number, but please don't rape me!" And then there's the other part of me saying "Anyone can frickin' call you! ANYONE! Including hot writer guys who have half a brain more than the majority of college men who fry the half-brains they already have by excessively consuming drugs and alcohol."

Okay, no, I don't want to be in a critique group to meet guys. I just need someone to critique my work, and someone's work to critique. Anyone reading this who goes to CSU? And you like to write? Post a comment! (Haha, like that'd ever happen)

But then, miracles do happen.

I need to study. I have two tests tomorrow.

But here's the toughie for the night.

Read or finish chapter one? I mean...version three of chapter one. Freaking A, I'm retarded. I need to finish one chapter one and then just move on and at least get SOMEWHERE with a chapter two. But honestly, I've replotted, and I just can't!make!up!my!mind!!!

Oh! And I have some quotes I feel like posting to be random.

"It's easier to stay out than get out."--Mark Twain

"Search others for their virtues, thyself for thy vices."--Benji Franklin

"You cannot simultaneously prevent and prepare for war."--Albert Einstein

"Those who bear the sword shall perish from it."--Jesus Christ

Wait, isn't Bush Christian? At least he SAYS he is!

Just kidding. Seriously. I'm just a cynic. But if you know me, you already knew that.

K, I'm done being a bitch to Mr. President.

I like doggies. In fact, I miss mine a lot. I wish I could pet them right now. You know how when you pet cute dogs and they do their little grunt-moan thing that means "HELL YEAH, DON'T STOP!" and then lean into your hand...it's just so cute!

I miss my doggies!

But I get to see them tomorrow when I go home! Yayyyyy!

Food. I want food.

No, I don't. I already had chicken pot pie and apple pie and ice cream at my Theta house.

Mmmmmm.

Down with dorm food!

Do I have ADD?
Or is that just my fantasy?
I wanna roll down a hill!
Oh, what a thrill!
Not as thrilling as strapping men!
Wait, what was I talking about again?

La la la la la la la

I need to go to bed. Or study. Or work on my chapter one.

Seriously.

Goodnight to all my fellow nutsos!