Connecting the Dots

Where did all the fucking stamp machines go?! Machine in Mayflower--GONE!! Stamp machine in Stanley--GONE!! Stamp machine in IMU--only sells booklets of stamps! I just need two measly stamps, dammit.

I am a terrible student. It is now 9:36--in the morning-- and I have a huge history presentation in four hours that I have just now started. All I want to do is sleep. I'm concerned I might have mono. I have been sleeping a lot lately. I'm also concerned because I'm always hungry...perhaps I have a tape worm. grooooooooosssss. Okay, time to get crackin.

Two funny things happened to me today. First, I came home from school and checked my phone for messages. There was one, except that the area code only had two digits: 17. There was no message from this mystery number, so I put down the phone and went on with the rest of my day. Then just now, while procrastinating a bit longer before I delve into my paper, I googled my name-- just to see what comes up if someone starts stalking me. Well, evidently I, Carol Stokke, was a coffee server at my nephews wedding. Don't believe me? http://www.usd.edu/~scrosby/weddingparty.htm go here and scroll down.

I am getting a new blog. I don't like this one. I think if i were more excited about the layout, I would write in it more. I'll keep you updated if I change my blog site. Blog spot just doesn't know how to please me the right way.

So, concerning homework, I cannot concentrate on my paper. I have two weeks to write a fifteen page paper. This is not a lot of time. I am serious in every sense of the word when I say I want to join a band. I don't care if I can't play the guitar, I don't care if I don't like to sing in front of other people. I think touring with a band would add such a thrilling aspect in life. I will learn to play the guitar, piano, and even the tambourine.

BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH to my paper.

doooooo doo dooo, I am so happy right now. This weekend has been great. I actually enjoyed myself. Although I barely did any homework, it was worth it.

I am about to pay my PAULA. It will finally be out of my life. I, however, will always be a member of the infamous PAULA club.

I missed my plasma appointment today. I didn't feel well, so I thought it would be a good idea if i didn't go. I didn't cancel though, I hope they don't get mad at me. I hope Todd and Peter miss me. I'll be back next Thurday though.

Goodmoring! Whenever I say 'goodmorning', I always think of the Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory song. The one the grandpa joe and charlie sing when grandpa joe finally gets out of bed. It is a great song.

I woke up a little angry at Time today. I'm sick of school going so slowly. I am very disenchanted with my classes this term. I don't want to read another thing about Waldensians, and i don't want to read another popular fiction story in int. of lit. I want this term to end right now.

It is time to get ready now. I've been prancing around the apartment in a shirt and underwear this morning. I figure I should take advantage of the empty apartment.