So I finally swallowed my pride enough to admit that I should probably go to the math tutoring lab only to find that they stop tutoring at the Calc I level. Apparently they figure if you've gotten to Calc II, you've pretty much screwed yourself over.


And I happen to agree.

Adriane's Christmas gift from Zach (eventually):
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Harry-Potter-Deathly-Hallows-Childrens/dp/0747591059

"What? Are you speaking to me again?"
"No, not really."

I don't really have anything against my calc prof. She's okay. But every now and then, I think she's on crack...

I've named my body pillow Dreamy Remy.

I should talk about the trip to Roscommon.

But I just don't have the strength right now.

::in student study gathering area::
*listens to senior paper engineers talking*
*lays head on table*
...
...
*has a lot to learn*

We were learning about addictions today in Health and Wellness, but I was too busy getting my hourly HP fix, listening to Prisoner of Azkaban on my iPod, to pay attention.

The familiar surge of hatred is beginning to overwhelm me.

I will win this staring contest, oh calculus homework of mine. I will win. And you will lose. And you will like it. You sick masochist.

So I'm making my Harry Potter iPod dream come true.

I think the McPalin should be the newest addition to McDonald's Dollar Menue.

I am getting tired of waiting.

So far, college has been exactly like high school to me except for one main factor: I am now paying an extreme amount of money to have my opinions tossed aside by my instructors.

Well, fuck it. I never wanted to go to school, anyway.

FUCK THIS SHIT!

So we got a new kitten.
Yeah yeah, I know.

Anyway, it's only "temporary," according to Mom. We're supposed to be holding on to her (Jellybean) for a couple months until my Aunt can move her in.

Picture time: 

Let it be known to the world that group lab reports are gay.

God, I'm a weird person.
Work today from 4-9:30. Yay for money! I haven't really been making a lot of money...but it's not the end of the world, because I'm not spending any of it. Just saving. And when I get enough, I'll put it away. Right now it just goes into my savings. 
I love working. 

I really don't know what I want to do about this Graphic Packaging thing. I'm beginning to realize that all the advisors in the program don't take into account personal lives. And they shouldn't have to, all the time, but with me it's a little different. If I take the job at GP, I'll have to give up GameStop because I'll be working 20 hours at GP. And I would feel guilty about taking internships, which I want to do more than anything.

So I don't think I'm even going to apply at GP, even though I feel I should. I want to be able to go to China this summer, and I want to go to Japan in two summers. And I want to see if I can get a program set up with Denmark. Denmark would be amazing. 

Okay, Adriane. Do you Paper labs *mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmuuuuugghhhhh*

Bye bye entry. To all of you who didn't get around to reading it before I deleted it HAHAHAHAHAHA you'll NEVER KNOW what it was about!!!

Unless, of course, you know someone who saves all the entries I make on their computer. Or prints them off. THis would mean I have a stalker. And since you know them well enough to ask to read a specific entry, that means that you are affiliated with my stalker. And since the only people who read this diary are most likely watching my house and are most likely people I know, those people I know who are watching my house are in cahoots with my stalker!!!

I feel cyber-raped by every single one of you!

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And I love it.
mreow.

Damn Zach to hell. -_- I will never get this song out of my head.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6ljFaKRTrI

I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart and killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you.

If I should slow my pace and finally subject me to grace
and love that shames the wise
betrays the heart's deceit and lies
and breaks the back of foolish pride.

I'm considering scaring the shit out of Zach by running in his room screaming and jumping on him while he's peacefully asleep. It's not a nice thing to do. But the voices from the video game he was playing until 3 in the morning kept giving my nightmares.

Ah, justice and sweet revenge. Fine lines, my friends, fine lines.

If I do not post again today, you may know that I have died.