Today was somewhat exciting. we had a cookout/cookie making day at Matt's townhouse. It was fun. Mary, your cookies were good, but when I went back after my errand, they were all gone. I wanted more. What happened? Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed the burgers. I also hope no one gets sick and blames me. I made the burgers, not the meat. Just remember that and we'll all be fine. Anyway, I hope everyone is up for the movie tonight. I am. I need a break from my vacation. HAHAHA. Next week I'll be in San Antonio. I hope the Alamo's library is at least entertaining. We can all hope. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Well, well, well. I don't know what to make of a phone call I recieved several minutes ago. Yesterday I received a call from BankofAmerica about a health plan. I didn't want it because, well, although it was 14 dollars a month, the library doesn't pay that much. Anyway, several minutes ago I guess I got a follow up call for yesterday, but it sounded like she was about to start the same description of the plan to me. So, I informed her that I had received a call about the same thing the day before. She asked and answered the question, "what was my answer to the plan?" she made it sound like NO was all people have been saying to her. I said that she had made it sound "negative". BANG! She called me or my statement "Ridiculous". That's the part that is making me dwell on the issue. Did she call me ridiculous? I was trying to sound thoughtfull at HOW she said it. I wanted to be nice about it and not be rude. Maybe I do say things that confuses people. I'm just an idiot when it comes to conversations. Hell, sometimes people don't understand me. Maybe that's why she thought I was ridiculous. You see, I was off to a good vacation, and I now I feel like a moronic orator that doesn't know when to shut up. On a poetic side, here's an old one:

Rabbits in the garden.
Snakes in the meadow.
Roaches in the pantry, and baby eating cookie dough.
The fly in the cake.
The worm in the ground.
The snail on the window, and the spider is all but bound.
Birds in the sky.
Cows in the field.
Wolves in the forest, and the big dog is heeled.
Hang man, hang man what am I to do?
Hang man, hang man why am I so blue?
Can it be lonliness or is it despair?
Is it the clothes I wear or is it my hair?
Maybe it’s just myself or maybe it’s them.
Why can’t I find myself a perfect little gem?

I call it "Ode to the ridiculous guy who says the word 'Negative' out of context and sounds like a dumnass for ever having said Negative in the first place and who maybe doesn't get out of college because his professors will figure out that he really is stupid and really isn't acting!!!" :>(

Well, it's all over. My last final went to hell and back. I studied for it a little. Enough to get all the definitions correct, but not enough to get the processes dealing with archaeology. I even think that I spell archaeology wrong at some point. Anyway, the good thing is that it is all over with. Now all I have to do is wait for the scores to come in. I already received my philosophy grade and sure enough, I sucked there too. I thought I had aced the final, but it turned out to be a false impression. Won't let my grade get out there because then people will have something to hold over my head in the future. I think most of the people I know did well even though they said they didn't. I guess we are all waiting for the grades to come out. I can know start reading As I Lay Dieing. Only until I finish and I have to start writing my capstone. It'll be interesting in reading for it. Nicole told me that the Alamo in San Antonio has a library with primary sources. I think I'll spend a couple of days in S.A. Bad thing is that I'll have to stay with my sister. Does the horror ever end?!?!?!

Finished my Public Speaking final. Matt's a liar. It was semi-easy, only for people who studied. I only looked over a couple of things and when I got in to take the final, some of the things looked oddly unfamiliar. Anyway, I got my last speech grade back and I made a "B". That's good. I think the most anxious I'll be is waiting for the final grades to be posted. Well, I have to do a quick walk around in the library before I go. "Remember the Alamo" is showing tonight. Can't wait.

T-Minus 17:17:00 and counting

The grades are slowly coming in and I dislike them. Some are pretty good but not good enough. I'm probably the dumbest person in my family. Anyway, I'm just a lowly history major when they are engineer/lawyer/teacher types. I'm just unsure of my place.

Enough sad stuff, let's get to the happy stuff. To hell with grades and tests. I still have two to go and they are complete crap and I'm excempt from taking them. I'm not really, but that mode of thinking keeps me from throwing a fit(and a chair). Archaeology may have been fun and all but tests hurt. My grade in the class is, well lets not say it but we'll say we did. My communications test supposedly is easier than anything in the whole wide world. Come on! We all know me! I tend to mess up more on an easy thing. Just refer to my love life(S&G).

T-minus 39:16:00. AND COUNTING!!
Damn Mary, now you have me doing it!!! (Thanks).

So I messed up my long essay for philosophy. No surprise. Not even worried about it anymore. I think I did pretty well on the final exam though. That's a kind of consilation I guess. Anyway, I'm IM-ing with Mary. It's cool knowing that others are having a cold spell of studying. Too much during the semester that when finals come around, we are too tired of it. I'm writing my history paper. It's coming along. Just a lot of information to go through that it tends not to make sense after a while. I've been bitchy all day. I've had it in for every one on tv. What's that about? Anyway, I've been watching a lot of tv all day and I had to stop but it seemed that everytime I was about to turn it off, something good that I hadn't seen in ages came on, back to back. I think I spent all morning watching tv until I got started on my paper and it's about 1130pm and I still haven't finished. tv, again, has interupted my writing. Besides that, I just had to read some things over again to refresh my mind on things that I "skipped" in class. Sleep really messes with your class time. I just figured that out(HAHAHA). Sorry, too much caffiene. Anyway, back to the livingroom for the finishing touches on the final. Good luck everyone who reads this with finals.(I need as much good kharma as the next person).

You represent... loneliness.
Always alone and always sad about it... unlike
angst, you don't have to look for a reason to
be miserable. You want to be in the company of
people but aren't sure how to act when you're
with them. Sometimes you have to make an
effort. You can't always wait for others to
come to you.


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Three and a half hours and counting. The day's almost over. Escape and freedom are on the horizon and I can smell the sweet smell of victory. Hozaa!!!!(Revolutionary War yell)

This past Saturday I spent it at San Felipe on an Archaeological escavation site. It was cool. Archaeology Rocks! Anyway, Nicole found some great finds and transfer wares. I came up with some old nails, some brick pieces and glass. We even had to fill a large hole up with dirt. OK, that wasn't fun, but the rest was. This time I actually wanted to do some manual labor. This guys have been doing this for most of their lives and I only had to do it for a day and I was worn out at the end. Again, Archaeology Rocks!

Tomorrow's the last day of classes. Finals are the easy part. At least you don't have to worry about assignments that are do like when it comes to Midterms. I finished my Philosophy and Archaeology classes today and all that's left are my Communications and History classes. I just can't wait for the 17th to come around. It'll be the last official day of finals for me. Then, it's nothing but work and play. I"ll actually get to read books that I don't HAVE to read but prefer to read.

I just got home from Rice University. It's a lot of walking. I parked at the Greenbriar/University Blvd parking lot and, no kidding, it's about a mile walk. Anyway, I messed up with my ILL and I had to go back to St. Thomas. On my way back to my car, after speaking with Matt, I saw a young woman walking towards me in a black formal dress. Oh, she looked pretty but don't all women in formal attire? Plus she also looked cold.

Note= For those of you that beleive me to be a good person, I have some bad news for you.

Anyway, as she came closer she looked up at me and our eyes met. She had her arms crossed in front of her, you know trying to keep from being too cold, and we smiled. For a split second I thought of giving her my sweater and walking her to her destination, but do you want to know what kept me from stepping up and being a man? I thought about how I had to go back to St. Thomas and fix what i had messed up on. I let my selfishness get in the way. I know that a young lady in formal wear should not be cold, for one, and also should not go anywhere without an escort. Hey, that's the way it works in the movies, ergo, it must be so.(HAHAHA) I messed up. I thought of myself. You may be thinking, she may not have accepted it or thought I was weird, but that's besides the point. In a situation like this, the thought alone doesn't matter. I'll feel bad for a while. What's going to bother me more is the thought, what if she gets sick? I know, I know, I'm a moron for letting this get to me, but there's a pride I have. Something that I've thrived on not being and this just leads me to think that maybe I am an idiot. Hopefully tomorrow I'll feel better.