I have also ordered my next doll. I did think about getting a PS3 but then I’d have to buy games and crap so it really wasn’t all that cost effective. I also thought of a PSP (why yes I am a Sony fanboy) but again…games. I suppose I could have bought nothing at all, but this is the last time I can buy something stupidly expensive without the worry of bills. And it is my graduation present to myself. She should be here when I go back home. She’ll either be waiting for me or will come right before the big day. *crosses fingers*

Katie’s doll is also on her way. If her doll comes next week, mine would be shipping out the following week at the latest, and then that following week will arrive. It’ll be like a month of dolls. Dolls to torture Niklas with.

I inadvertently picked up more hours at work. I thought Pete just wanted me to work this Saturday, but no he means all Saturdays. And as it turns out I didn’t have to work this Saturday anyway. But hey, more monies for me!

Man, this semester is just flying on by! November is my last full month of school. I only have a week of school in December and then a week of finals and then: graduation. Oh shit.

The first Phoenix Wright game is on its way to me. Yes! Finally! It only took three (or four) failed attempts on ebay!

Oh and HAHAHAHAHAHAHA at Jan! WordPress 2.3.1 being out all ready!

It’s funny, I suppose, since I spent close to $500 for my doll and didn’t have nearly the same amount of panic attack about that as I did when I saw my Amazon cart total go up. Oh, that reminds me…I didn’t actually buy all the books I should have. I don’t need the ones I left out just yet, so I decided to do my heart a favor and wait a while.

I do not like my job. The people I liked working with either quit or were fired. So now I’m stuck with asses. One of the people there is such a fucking Squidward! I guess she got “promoted” over summer break while all the students were gone, but seriously, running cash register is not the most important job in the world, sweetheart.

School is so…gah! One of my English classes is kicking my butt and it hurts. A lot. I’m praying for a C. Praying. A B would bring tears of joy, and an A is impossible. So as long as I get a C I’m happy.

I wonder how my roommate will do when she’s a senior. She spent most of Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and this morning working on an English paper. She’s in freshman english! You have to try to fail that level. Maybe I’m being unfair; after all, I’m a creative writing major so it’s possible that to me English classes just seem too easy at times, and it isn’t so for others. Except even the English profs say you have to try and get a C or lower at U of A.

I wish she’d move out all ready. I’d like some time to myself! Which is why I cannot wait until Thanksgiving: I get my own room and real food and my PS2. *sighs* It’ll be great. Oh! I bought the collectors’ edition of FFXIII. I am a geek.

In my creative writing class there is a girl who went to my junior high, and I just recently found out there’s a boy who I was friends with in elementry school. Sine! Lord…he remembered my name. It is a pretty unique name. I recognized him by his eyes, but only when he said something. It’s just so…weird.

There is a forum I saw the birth of and pretty much knew things were going to go bad. I said nothing in the beginning although I am letting my voice be heard now. It wasn’t done on purpose: They simply wanted to start something for fun (or should I say to continue the fun), and didn’t really know too much about it. There was no point in leading them to TAZ. Is that my fault? I don’t know. I honestly believe my words would have fallen on deaf ears. They’ll just have to learn the hard way. I suppose I could try and be more active and become a voice of “reason”, but I fear there is not reasoning with some of these people. I can think of one who would listen (who is also one of the few adults) but the teens and the teens at heart are the mob, and if there is one thing Rome has taught us it’s that the mob rules the city.

On my own forum I try to be fair, but you know what? It’s MY FUCKING FORUM. I’m so sick and tired of the “democracy” speech. I wasn’t voted the admin. I paid for the forum/space/bandwidth and thus, became the admin. I am the Empress and what I say goes. It’s like school. Sure, you have rights, but half of those disappear when you walk on campus. Same thing. You have the right to not visit or post. Everything else depends on me.

That’s how it is in the admin’s world. You have to balance fairness with reality. The reality being you are the supreme ruler. What kind of ruler you want to be is up to you, but no forum would survive if it was a republic. Period.

My mom came down today from Phoenix and bought me a mirror, noodles, wafers, and AS #9. I think next weeked my dad is coming down, or maybe the one after that. Aw crap, that reminds me: I need to buy textbooks tomorrow.

*sighs* I need to write my Uncle David and Grandpa Earl, and beg for money. Not fun. But it needs to get done so why not just get it over with? Grandma says I should just flat out ask Uncle David for $300 and Grandpa for $150-200. I’m not good at begging, and indeed, hate the practice of it.

The New Spring comic is coming out in July. :sec: Whitney is suppose to order it for me (and pay for it, but that’s a minor detail). I’ve actually thought of doing it myself because I don’t want anyone in her family touching my copy. I want to be the only one! I’m such a loser nerd, but I don’t like finger prints on my stuff.

I need to stop surfing the web and study for my last final. Not to mention finish packing.

The weekend of May 14th I’m going to California with my dad. It is not a trip of pleasure. His godmother, Pat Hayes, is dying. She’s been sick for as long as I can remember, but doctors have now given her a year to live. On one hand I’m looking forward to seeing family, but on the other hand, I’m not a fan of being around death. It’s hard to explain. I’m not really scared of death, since I feel it’s a natural way of life. We all need to die at some point so more humans can be born. But I am scared of dying. I don’t like the idea of dying slowly or in pain. I’d rather it happen quickly. So I suppose I am scared of death, just not the final act. I’m not afraid of the afterlife, and if there isn’t one, then I’ll never have to be afraid.

My vaction is almost over, and I haven’t done a damn bit of French/English homework. Oh well! I can’t seem to make myself care.

This new layout matches my iPod mini. I think I might like green more than purple now. oo; oh noes!!!111oneone

However! Things look good grade wise this semester which means I won’t be kicked out! Yay for Marie!

In other news…well actually there isn’t other news. I’m still thinking about my new layout idea. I just have to figure out how to make it.