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Remember Uncle Joe, He's A-movin Kinda Slow

01.05.2000 - Remember Uncle Joe, He's A-movin Kinda Slow

I don't think my brain ever got up to full speed today.

I got home pretty late last night, and apparently I wasn't thinking clearly when I set my alarm. I set it for 8:30 so that I could catch the bus at 9:30 and be in class at 10:00. It didn't occur to me that I don't have class until 11:00 on Fridays until the bus drove onto campus.

Because I had an hour to kill, I bought myself something to drink and sat outside to read The Aggie. I had enough time left over to write a letter before heading to class.

All I had today was my Sociology discussion section. A girl that lived in my dorm building is in my section. I'm thankful that she's less attractive than she used to be. This is good because she's quite shallow and superficial. She wanted to transfer schools because she "couldn't be happy living this far away from a mall." I don't need to waste my time being attracted to girls like this.

The TA for this class has a mullet and apparently no sense of humor. I want out.

I'm trying to switch into another section anyway so that I can open up my schedule so as not to have any classes on Fridays. Three day weekends are nice.

I was a little upset because class only lasted twenty minutes. I dragged myself out of bed and got to campus an hour earlier than I needed to for a twenty minute meeting. The fact that I had to wait for another forty minutes to catch my bus home didn't make me any happier.

I haven't been feeling super great lately so when I finally got home, I decided to put on a movie and get in bed. I gaffled my mom's copy of The Graduate last time I was home because I hadn't seen it yet. I figured that this was as good a time as any to watch it.

Even though I was enjoying the movie, about an hour into it I passed out and slept for about four hours. This is odd because I hardly ever take a nap. This added with the fact that the sky was dark when I woke up only made things more strange.

It's the first weekend of the quarter so surely there are things to do tonight, but I just didn't feel like putting in the effort to find something to do. I decided instead to go to Woodland, the dustiest town in California(tm), to hit El Mart De Wal to get some drugs.

Now I don't indulge in drinking or any of the other common vices for kids today, but I do occasionally enjoy a good NyQuil fix. I was completely out so the trip was necessary.

I also purchased a toothbrush and some Afrin. This Afrin is making me feel kind of loopy, like my head is fluffy. It's a weird sensation.

I'm not exactly sure what to do with my weekend. I think I'm going to go see Traffic tomorrow, but outside of that, I have no plans.

I may overhaul this here website. I did some fiddling today, and I'm not really keen on how it looks. I removed the links from the front page because I want to add more. The front page just isn't a good place for so much linkage.

I don't really like it right now, so I may just rip down the whole thing and start over. Anybody have any ideas for a motif that I might use? Any html skillz to donate? Let me know.

I'm going to go get bizzay with my NyQuil and hit the sack. Party time Friday night!

-- Jeffy

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