bag got stolen...along with more than $800 of stuff...to the fucker that has my bag, brand new books, cell phone, pda & keys: i hope you choke on a hot dog and die and a dog shits all over your grave.

damnit, i was in a rush for class today so i brushed my teeth on the fly...then while i was walking around campus i realize i have this big, white, fat, suspicious-looking toothpaste stain on my blue shirt, sitting right on top of my crotch. :redface: no wonder they were laughing at me.

fuckin' a...i will never get my project done. aight, here's the deal...for my accounting class i was supposed to do the online computer lab shit all throughout the quarter...and of course i delayed that shit til the very end...its almost 1am and this thing is due 14 hours from now. each chapter takes 30-45 mins and i think there's about 15 chapters...you do the math.

aight, so i didn't work on it at all today because i had to work on my sex ed shit...and then i didn't get out of class til 8pm...but by that time i was tired as hell so all i wanted to do was relax. next thing i know, i'm in a 2.5 hour conversation with april (who i totally love and i'm totally convinced she's my long lost twin sister)...

so anyways, after talking to her i decided to watch Headlines on Jay Leno cuz that's the best shit...then i find out shaq is on the show, so i watch his little interview...and then i find out kelly preston is on, so of course i watch her cuz she's hot as hell...

aight, so midnight rolls around and darwin (my roommate) decides to bust out a little Mario Kart: Double Dash on his gamecube....next thing i know all of the guys are over and they're having a fuckin' Mario Kart tournament...all hollerin' and hootin' and shit...

ok, so its 1 in the morning now...the guys are still herre, playin' Mario Kart....and i haven't done even started on this thing...

UPDATE

oh hell yeah, i just got a call from my boy, johnny, and he said he'll hook me up with his stuff!! yeah baby!!! this calls for some Mario Kart!!!

you can't see me now but i'm krip walkin!!!

damn. mama called me to bitch about my phone bill...i never thought i'd go over but i did...and it costs an extra $40. here's one interesting stat: out of the 1800 minutes i used, 1000 were from talking to phoebe. daaaaaamn that girl's got me on a digital leash.

aight, so last night darwin (my roomie) and i put our hamsters, pube & duke, into our hamster playpen. pube is 1 year old and duke is only a couple months, but he's gone thru a growth spurt and caught up in size with pube. (duke has also got a fuck buddy hamster, which belongs to darwin's gf....pube is still in the v-club). aaaaaanyway, in the past the two have been ok when around eachother...but last night the little shits started fighting. if you've never seen a hamster fight, its just like in the cartoons when a "fight cloud" is formed and the two roll around in a ball trying to bite eachother. i slap the two of them to break them up and when i reach down to grab pube, that hairy little shit named duke jumped at my hand and bit the shit out of my middle finger. HURT LIKE A BITCH.

i've been bit before but those were just a little painful and had no piercing of skin....but this time...this time the little fucker had penetration. my fuckin' finger wouldn't stop bleeding. also, pube got bit in the face...but its all good cuz he got duke in the back real good. :tonguefawk:

as chin likes to put it:

Scoreboard

Duke: 2
Pube: 1
Mel: 0

oh, and to add insult to injury, the only bandaid around here was at neil's room...and he only has winnie the pooh bandaids.

aight, so last night i've been having all kinds of crap since i tried to upgrade my computer. i promised myself that i wouldn't go to bed til i got everything up and running because the next day i have a paper to do. we finally get it done and i pass out around 5 in the morning.

for some reason in my sleep, i woke up around 8:44 because i had a feeling that i set my alarm clock to PM instead of AM again...low and behold i was right.

"fuck...i've got 15 minutes to get ready and get my ass in the far building!!"

so i throw on some clothes (kinda as fast as i could but i also wanted to put on something decent cuz of this one cutie i sit next to) and i run to the bathroom, brush my teeth while i'm firing my morning missle and take off to class.

i'm totally hauling ass cuz i have to turn in my part of the group assignment and the TA is super-anal about tardiness. the entire time i'm running i'm thinkin' to myself, "god damnit, i'm gonna be late...wtf its so late that there isn't even anyone else walking around....everyone else is already in their classes!! fuck oh fuck of fuck oh fuck. why the fuck did i wake up at 8:44...i have class at 10, damnit...wait...class at 10...wtf...ITS NOT EVEN 9:30..."

i loathe myself...

UPDATE: i found $30 on the street on the way to my class!!! :thefinger:

aight, so i finally passed all my classes from last quarter. now my gpa has increased to an outstanding 2.0. :bigthumbup: i started the new quarter this week and i'm having the hardest time trying to get into my core classes. i only got into two....the third one i was gonna add was a night class, from 6-8pm, and with a really shitty teacher. as one kid commented, "take this guy only if you want a death wish...this is your man if you want to sit and rot in the worst hell for a class..."

need i say more?

aight, so i dropped that class faster than i drop a beat... :? anyways, i tried sitting in other classes so i could join but with no avail. so now i'm stuck with only two real classes and two PE classes, bball & volleyball. i looked at the classes they have at long beach state for summer and they don't really have any classes for me. so i called my dad and he's got that "i'm dissappointed" tone...which was really subtle but its the kind of thing that makes you feel like shit. to make him feel a bit better, i promised him that if i can't get into a class then i'll get a part-time job for now til the end of summer.

so now i have to find my ass a job....man, i miss the days of sleeping under my desk in the admin building.