I don't know if this will be the promised update, but it's something. First off, what's up with this snow? It's been spring for like, what, a week now? And then this? But then again it's kinda neat to see flowers surrounded by snow. I'm avoiding homework right now. But I just don't wanna do it. Especially for my Work Behavior class. There's been a 'situation' going on there. I was in a group (two other girls and myself) doing a project for that class. Well, it all seemed to be going well, then shit just kept happening. I work way too much for one, then my friend, KC, died and I didn't go to class every single time. So we decided that I could do some things at home to work on and they would do other things. It seemed to be working well. Then, they started saying 'oh we met last nite.' Really? I knew nothing about it. But I still thought I was doing my fair share of work. Then my professor calls me up after class to talk to me. I knew something was up when they couldn't look me in the eye as they left. He basically told me that they had come to him saying that they felt I shouldn't get the same grade as they got. Why the hell couldn't they come to me if they had problems? Sure I might not have been in class every single time, but I made it at least once a week. And even then, they had my phone number, email, and knew where I freakin lived. I thought their lack of communication meant that nothing needed to be done. But one of the girls was like, you didn't communicate with us. blah blah blah. I'm pissed off about that. I feel like there was no fair chance involved here. And if they fuck my grade up..... Ooohhh I will be absolutely livid. But enough about that juvenile bullshit situation. Hmm, what next? oh. guys. I give up! I swear that there are no decent ones out there. The John situation hasn't developed any further, and it doesn't seem like it's ever going to either. I don't know why he holds such a fascination for me, but it's undeniable. My friend, Amy, thinks he walks like a weasel and probably thinks he is one too. But that's been the only prospect for me here lately. Well, there's always the guys checking me out as I drive my dad's Jeep. I swear, that thing is a man magnet! If only I could keep it a little longer. :( But as it stands, my dad is getting his Jeep back next weekend. grr. but not grr. Because he just spent a shitload of money fixing my car up so that it will run for another year or two. So I can't complain too much. Besides, I will have air conditioning after not having it for about four years. woohoo! :) Another friend of mine just had a death in the family. ::sigh:: I know how hard it is losing a friend, I can't imagine losing a family member. But he won't let me come to him, so I don't know what to do. Been reading Blood and Gold by Anne Rice. Damn, I love her books. They're so engrossing that all I want to do is read the book and not put it down. And then I'm sad when it's over. I went to her website the other day and found out some cool stuff about her and her books. The book Interview With the Vampire came out in 1972! And Lestat's character was based on her husband Stan Rice. He died just last December. I about cried when I read that. They were married for 41 (or was it 42?) years. wow. you know? I donated 10 inches of my hair Friday nite to Locks of Love. It was a big event, got my adrenaline pumping. First off, it was the Relay for Life event, and there were a lot of people there. And I was on center stage getting my hair chopped off. She put my hair into a ponytail. Then she leaned down close and said 'Are you ready?' I was like (idunno) yeah?! Then I felt the scissors taking my hair off, and I started crying. It was so otherworldly to be holding my ponytail in my hand. Because all last week, I bonded with my hair. I kept saying oh this is the last week I'll use an extra towel for my hair, or oh how will i get used to washing short hair, this is the last time i'm going to wash it comb it play with it... on and on and on. But my short hair cut is growing on me, everbody else says it looks good and I'm starting to feel the same way. But I am no longer the sexy kitten with long hair type. :) Now I'm just a sexy cat. haha. My weekend drinking has gotten out of control lately. Hangovers should not last three days. This Friday, I just had four beers. I didn't want to drink at all, but I did anyways. I'm gonna have to convince Amy that I'll just be her DD for the rest of the semester. I think drinking's been one of the reasons that my motivation has taken a nose dive. And it's certainly not helping my impending depression that I keep fighting. I just feel so frustrated. I wish that I didn't have to work so much while I was in school. Okay, that's all for now kiddies. Till next time. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood... I'm gonna miss Mr. Rogers.