Date:	2005-02-07 19:14
Subject:	Cigs, slackers, and odd stories
Security:	Public
Mood:	accomplished
Music:	Delerium - Shroud

Well, it ends up that Ashley is also in my Historical Archaeology class. I didn't know because she hasn't attended yet. What a slacker, always sleeping until 2pm. WOW! So, we went to class together where she tried desparately to talk Professor Faberson into letting her back into the class after she was officially dropped. She got in of course after much begging on her part and much bitching on the part of Faberson. Faberson the SUPER BITCH! (Blows horn)

I've got to help Ashley catch up in the class as we have already had one exam. I do so hope that she can still pass the class. Nevertheless, this should be interesting and I will at least have someone to sit with other than weird sweaty kid and girl with abnormal obsession with projectile points. Hrmm....

I did much homework, wrote papers, did readings and organised as I usually do. Mum called to ask me to come home this weekend. I decided what the hell, why not one week early. I've been away from home for about 3 months. That's crazy cool; I wish it could be longer. Mum is having surgery and she wants to see me before she goes just in case she dies. As you do!

My roomie is having a similar surgery, or at least localised, but a MUCH less invasive procedure. In truth, not a big deal, but I still have to listen to her constant worry about it. Hell, the procedure is the equivalent of mole removal by that that cool bubble gum freeze remover. I swear, it must be the same stuff. Hrmm, I've had that done near the crotch. The doctor lacked personality though, so its cool.

So, I started writing original fiction again. Whipped out two chapters this evening. It made me feel quite spiffy. They are as amusing as hell or well, a group of ice-skating mexican midgets with platform shoes strapped to their heads and velcro jumps suits on. Well, almost.

I contacted a group or rather posted on a group for forensic-related books. One example being "Death's Acre" by Dr. Bill Bass. I commented because I know this guy and work near him. Damn he's so old, I'm afraid he's going to fall into a large boiler pot while processing and be processed himself. Wouldn't that be fun to explain to Dr. Kramer. Heh. I doubt Bass even does that anymore. Probably just walks around and sniffs at other people's work and makes odd comments about sandwiches and lunch.

Still have some reading to do. Bloody hell. *Smokes*

Date:	2005-02-07 10:27
Subject:	Well, that was out in the open then...
Security:	Public
Mood:	quixotic like quixote
Music:	Hooverphonic - Battersea

So, I went to my lecture, Women's Studies: Women in Literature, whereas I spoke up for the first time. I talked about the Reign of Terror in Paris and how Mary Wollstonecraft was stuck in all that mess with a munchkin and a bad hair cut. The professor assumed I was a Frenchie by this. My secret was out, my eyes went..."poing" and I hid myself beneath my desk. My attitude probably encouraged her to believe this, after all, I appear the aloof self-centred wanker muffin. Everyone else is insignificant and unworthy of the attention of my most esteemed person. I at least try to keep it to myself, unlike some people. Cough.

Here I am eating Princess fruit snacks, which only goes to show.... Hrmm, assorted flavours.... They taste like jellied arse. Anyway, speaking of princesses, there is one girl on my floor with that name and apparently the attitude to match; though I have seen from the showers that she is quite the hairy royal, if i do say so meself. I found what seemed to be a large rodent in the drain. I poked it and ran back only to be reassured that it was no longer alive. This might be princess' royal twin that she shaved off and left to die. Couple that with the cocaine snot stain and we've got us a keeper for all the fine lads on campus looking for a genuine college gal.