Tuesday, June 3^rd 2003

It's the first day of summer school and I see I haven't updated since the first day of the spring semester.  I'm super lazy, and I need a new site.  Ever since I got moved to page 1 on newgrounds, my site gets shut down for 12 to 24 hour intervals for exceeding the bandwidth limitations.  Right now I'm sitting outside of my first class waiting for the room to empty from the previous class so I can walk in.  Im listening to a group of sorority hos talk.  I don't think ALL girls is sororities are hos, but these ones are.  Maybe I should leave out the part about these sorority girls being hos in case they decide to visit my website.  Wait, no I shouldn't everybody knows sorority hos wouldn't come to my website anyway, so why bother.  They're talking about breast implants.  I guess a lot of girls at my school get breast implants, or at least talk about it a lot, because I hear people talking about who just got a bewbie job all the time.

Now it's 3:50 and Im in my 2^nd class.  Here's everything that happened since my first class. 

-A girl named Juli3 sat next to me and talked to me.  Then K30 sat behind her.  This means Ill have 2 people to talk to instead of zero.  Yay for me.  My teacher lady has a baby in her tummy and it's been in there for 6 months.  I hope the baby comes out early so I can play with it.  Her eyebrows are super plucked, and I think she wears contacts, maybe.

After that class I ran to the PE building to try out the free fitness class.  It was called "cardio boot camp" and it was filled with old people.  I guess they're professors and staff people.  There were 3 other people there who looked like regular students (meaning kids under 25).  I kind of talked to one of them; her name is either Juli3 or Judy, but I hope its Juli3 so I don't have to learn any new names.  I think the teacher's name was Juli3 too, or maybe it was Katie.  Either way, I'm gonna call her Miss Teacher-lady.  She's super skinny, and has disproportionate bewbies.  They're probably fake.  Anyway, the old people totally kicked my ass at aerobics today.  That's not fair; Im supposed to be the aerobics queen.  The only reason they did better than me today, is because they've done the same routine over  and over for the past 5 billion years, or however old they are.

In between old people aerobics and my 2^nd class.  I ate stuff, looked at books in the library, and called schools looking for a fieldwork placement.  So far I have determined that Butt3rfi31d is disorganized, L0s s3rran0s is bitchy, and that Catt13 is nice, but they're probably too lazy to actually call me back.   Ill probably spend the rest of this week and part of the next looking for a fieldwork site.  If I don't find one, I'll have to drop my smelly class.

My 2^nd class isn't that great.  The teacher talks too slow and too loud.  She kind of reminds me of a female version of Steve Urkel from Family Matters in terms of looks.  We have to write 2 page journal entries every day, and 2 page text book write-ups every other day.  I don't think I'll be learning much this semester, or at least not in this class.  It's mostly gonna be filler crap that the department makes us take because I don't know why.  I wish I just signed up for more natural science courses instead.  Oh well.  Now I have to go outside and find my mommy and then she might buy me my smelly books so I can do my smelly homework and then I forgot what I was gonna say so I'll just  leave right now.

Wednesday February 5^th, 2003

Today was the first day of smelly school.  I woke up super early so I could take a bath and wash my hair and smell pretty for my new teachers.  It's important to smell pretty for your teachers on the first day; that way they won't think you're a stinky homeless kid that wandered onto campus.  Im probably gonna have to wake up extra early everyday since Rasheed is super slow and never wakes up on time. 

My first teacher is a lady with the last name Mil8ur|\|.  I wrote her name like that so she can't type her name into google and find all the stuff I'm gonna write about her.  I think I will refer to her as Milliworm from now on.  She wears lots of make up and she's not as smart or pretty as Dr. G0me1 was, but she gave us candy today so I guess she's ok for now.  Some girl moved her desk directly in front of mine so she could talk to her old lady friend.  I wanted to kick her chair and say "hey!  You're bigger than me and you're blocking my view, meanie-head" but of course I didn't because asking people to move is too scary and grownup for me.  Then I went to my next class.  It's supposed to be chemistry, but it's in a giant lecture hall so I don't think we're going to be doing anything except math problems.  My teacher looks like a cross between David Letterman and Abe's friend Todd.  Nothing special really happened there, he let us leave early so I went to the lab to play and then I went to my next class.  My teacher acts like piglet and has a slight lisp.  It doesn't look like her class is going to be very fun, and most of the girls don't seem to like her.  Then I went to two other classes later in the day, but I don't feel like writing about them now because Im lazy and it's taking too long to write this.  Somebody needs to help me remember to check the moon every night at 10 again.  I already did this assignment in a different class last semester, but it's probably better if my new teacher doesn't know that.  I think Ill go fix the rest of my site or something now.

Tuesday January 21^st, 2003

Blah, I just wrote 2001 instead of 2003.  These year change things are getting annoying.  In other news, my tummy hurts; somebody come fix it.  I really want school to start again so I'll have something to do.  Playing house all day isn't very fun.  Actually, nevermind, I hate school; school smells.  I'd rather be bored with nothing to do then having to sleep through unnecessary classes again.  As soon as my mommy comes home from  the can recycling station were gonna call school districts so I can find a substitute teaching job.

Now here are all the other exciting things that happened recently:

Friday I met Dan the Del Taco guy (click on the picture below if you do not know who Dan is).  He seems a lot shorter in person, although he is still much taller than me.  I also got five $1 gift certificates, so now I get to eat at Del Taco again for free, even though I don't really like fast food.  On Friday I also crashed and totally ruined my car.  I guess its not totally ruined, only the front bumper is, but saying "totally ruined" sounds much more macho.  What else happened... I guess nothing.  I spent the rest of the weekend trying to learn new crochet moves and playing with beads.  I decided I want to make myself I giant brown duster coat.  It will look totally awesome, and by the time I finish it, dusters will be out of style.   Actually, I think dusters already are out of style.  Maybe I should go outside and check.  That's all. I'm leaving now.

Saturday December 21^st, 2002

Boink!  Today I went to the dentist.  I don't think I've been there in over a year.  One of my first log entries was about going to the dentist.  I'd go back and check when that was, but I'm too lazy, and I don't want to run out of bandwidth again.  I like our new dentist man.  Our old dentist-lady would always tell us we needed extensive dental work and I'd have to come back for multiple 5 hour sessions to have my teeth drilled at while listening to annoying elevator music.  Mr. New-Dentist-Man cleans and fills cavities at the same time and does everything in under 5-minutes.  He even told me I didn't have any cavities this time which means I get to eat a whole lot more candy from now on.  Whee!  I already opened the 2 pound bag of sour skittles my mom had hidden in the closet.

Blah, now I'm really sleepy and I wanna take a nappy nap, but YoniPony hasn't come back online yet.  My smelly parents are making everyone go to Las Vegas tomorrow morning so I'm gonna be stuck in a smelly casino hotel with nothing to do for the next couple of days.  I might walk downstairs into the lobby and play "how long does it take for security guards to come and try to kick Hajera out of the casino for looking like a 12-year old" game. I need to remember to bring my ID card collection, so when the security guards do come to kick me out, I won't look really lame when I say "but I really am 21; I just look like a little kid."  Anyway, while I am gone, YoniPony is in charge of everything.  That means he gets to ummm read my mail, and ummm deposit my points, and... I think that's all.

I'm gonna stop writing now, because nobody actually reads my logs, and my hands smell like marshmallows and fruit cake.  Ok, maybe I won't stop writing.  I'll just tell everyone what my grandparents did today.  While everyone was at the dentist's office getting their teeth cleaned, they stayed home and trashed our house.  Maybe they didn't really trash our house, but if they were cool, they would have.  My grandpa figured out how to turn on the kitchen computer's monitor all by himself and find a picture of himself at Disneyland.  He has a lot of trouble trying to move the mouse around since he can't feel anything on the right side of his body.  Lalala, what else...  my grandma made me mix her fruitcake with my short fingernail hand and it got all over my clothes.  I don't even know why she made so much; nobody's gonna eat it except her.  I sampled it and now my mouth tastes like burning.  My mouth is gonna be covered in canker sores by morning.  I guess that's all bye bye kiddies.

Friday December 20^th 2002 1:25AM

Oh smelly boy, the last day of the semester is over.  Now I get to stay at home and do nothing for the next month and a half.  It's raining outside, and I was supposed to go to sleepy-bed an hour ago but NerdBabyYoni forced me to stay up late to play Scrabble with him because he's a bad kid and that's what bad kids who join gangs do; they call it scrabblebanging or something like that.  Anyway, Yoni's a baby and threw a fit and went to bed because I'm winning.  He says words like cat and dog are too big and unfair for little babies like him so that means... wait, I forgot what I was talking about, nevermind.  You can just look at our totally cool playing board below. 

Today would have been a nice day at school except my tummy hurtededed.  It's Yoni's fault though; I think he broke it.  He's a baby so he has a tendency to break things easily.  I took my Genetics final and left early and then spent the rest of the morning playing in the lab.  After that I sat around in the arboretum waiting for my mommy to show up while I read the school newspaper.  Some kid has a teacher review website; he totally ripped off my idea from when I went to Mt. Sac, traveled back in time to approximately one year earlier, and then put it up on the internet.  If anybody actually wants to look at it, you can see it here:  www.whototake.com  Unless you live around the Orange County area in Southern California, I doubt you'll find much information for your school.

Lala, what else, I helped Sarah and Chelsea make potato dumplings for their German class.  They're super duper salty.  My grandma tried to help too, but I don't think the girls liked that very much.  What am I talking about?  I know they didn't like that at all.  Anyway, the point is:

Old people like writing checks for their groceries and some of them wear dentures.

Now I'm going to bed.  Bye bye kiddies.

Saturday December 14^th 2002

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.  I'm gonna write logs today.  I'm such a bad kid and haven't updated my site in a million years, but now that its finals week and I don't feel like studying, I might update a whole bunch.   Well probably not, updating is boring.  Somebody get Yoni to do the updates for me. 

This morning I woke up super late and didn't get dressed; now it is 10:47 PM and I still haven't gotten dressed.  Oh well, getting dressed is for lame people anyway.  I like wearing pretend pajamas around the house.  Man, my nose itches. I keep rubbing it and it won't stop.  I ran out of things to write about too.  Maybe I'll think of totally cool things to write about tomorrow since Im supposed to go to the new Disney park with Sarah.  Now I'm gonna go scratch my nose, bye.

Friday October 25^th, 2002

Waaaah!! I'm a baby and I can't breath because my nose is to stuffy wuffied and my throat is too puffy muffy.  And my ears hurty wurty and umm that's enough stuff.  I think I got sick from wiping too many kiddie noses at the preschool.  They gave me their gross kiddie germs.  Either that or I caught something from eating those orange slices last night.  Everytime I eat skittles or drink orange juice I get sick.  The same thing happens with milk.  Too bad everytime I'm sick my mom gives me orange juice to drink which probably makes it last longer, but she's bigger than me and when I was little she used to sit on me to make me take my medicine so I guess she can still do the same thing now so I usually take it anyway.

Today at school my teacher kept winking at me.  I don't think she was trying to hit on me though, she probably just thinks Im just some cute little runny nosed baby kid.  I was trying to take notes from the board today while my nose was leaking fluid and then it started raining on my jacket.  Grosssss.  I wonder if the girl sitting across from me saw it fall on my jacket.  She must think I'm one totally disgusting kid.  It's not my fault Im like that though, blame the kids at the preschool for drooling on me, and my mommy for sitting on me, and Yoni for being a babyieie.  Ok, maybe its not really Yoni's fault, but my sister told me Yoni is a poop head and he's stupid so that should count for something, maybe, I think, no, I guess not. 

Maybe I'll go take another nap soon; it's gonna be the 57 billionth nap I've taken today.  I should have been doing big girl homework, but I'm too lazy, and baby, and I don't wanna get snot all over my papers.  Gross, now I'm getting snot all over my keyboard.  I quit now.

October 14^th, 2002

Oooh, lookie at me. Im writing on paper. Actually, you can't see this, because I'm gonna have to retype everything I write down anyway.  Even if I did take a picture of this big enough on put online, most of you wouldn't be able to read my handwriting. 

Today was pink dress day.  I woke up around 5:00 am so I could take a bath and get ready for school early so I wouldn't be late.  Too bad my waking up early doesn't help me get to school on time.  Everything is dependant on lazy-.75 GPA-academic probation-taking the same class for the fourth time in a row-will never graduate from college-because my daddy pays for my gas and insurance and gives me large quantities of money-unlike my other four siblings who don't get anything-Rasheed.  Even though I woke him up half an hour early, he still decided to wait until the minute after our scheduled leaving time to decide he wants to take a bath and then spends another 20 minutes in the bathroom.  Anyways, the result of this first section is Rasheed made me late for class again.  Ms. Teacher lady didnt look very happy  when she had to dig in her folder to find an new schedule to hand out to the kid who walked in late  and disrupted the class,  At least her lecture didn't last very long today. I think we were released within 50 minutes of the class starting time because Ms. Teacher lady said she was too sick to continue anymore.  I probably should have looked at the clock before I walked out because then I wouldn't have wasted my time standing outside the arboretum with platform shoes, and a short dress in freezing weather for an hour and ten minutes.  While I was waiting to get picked up, I read the first 50 pages of the jr-high world history text book I found lying on a book shelf last night.  The arboretum has more than a few people with mental disabilities working for them during the day.  Today two of them decided to come out at separate times and make heavy breathing sounds whiles standing right behind me.  Ever since one of the two attacked me with a garden hose a couple of weeks ago; I've been trying my best to stay out of the way of the arboretum "special" crew. 

Other things- back at the house I practiced the first song in the new flute book my mommy bought for me yesterday.  My left arm and lips got really tired in a relatively short amount of time because I haven't practiced in a long time.  Then I played online for a little while and around 1:30 I went upstairs to do homework.  Too bad I didn't actually do homework though, at least not at first anyway.  As soon as I dumped my junk on my bed, I fell asleep for a couple of hours and was only woken up twice this time.  The first time I was woken, I had a T.V.-dinner plate with dirt and small eggs shoved next to my face.  My mom was digging out in the garden and found a snail parental unit (I don't know whether to call it a mommy or a daddy since snails are bi-sexual) laying eggs.  My reaction after being woken up to watch a snail lay eggs two inches from my mouth of "Gross!!  Get it away from me@!@"  Now after looking at Mr. /Ms. Snail and its baby-eggs again while fully awake, I have decided that they are neat and non-gross.  As soon as I come downstairs after finishing my nappy-nap, ho Sarah decided do run to the kitchen computer so I could not use it.  She has her own computer, but she thinks its more fun to use this one because then I can't go online.  She stayed on it until after I left for school so I just wandered around the house and did homework the rest of the time.

Today in kiddie art class we were supposed to do paper cutting. I didn't feel like working in class so I just sat around for a while and pretended to draw things and then I packed up my things and ditched the rest.  I wouldn't have done anything productive if I stayed in class anyway.  Actually, I might have, but the quality of work would have probably been suckier.  I spent the rest of the night at school in the library reading more out of the jr-high history book to practice for the MSAT and wrote things for other classes.

When I got home from school, Troll Abe was sitting on the kitchen computer pretending to do his homework.  He also has his own computer upstairs, but he likes using this one better because he can listen to mp3s while working.  He claims it's because this keyboard is better, but I think he's lying.  Since he refused to give up this comp I couldn't do anymore homework for the rest of the night since it was all online work.  I think Abe needs to stop being a greedy little boy who thinks his work is more important than everyone else's.  He always asks other busy people to help him with his homework and repeatedly annoys them to work for him because he insists his work is more important than theirs.  "lik OmG!  eye em Abe, eye em the presudint ov CSF, eyem gona bee a medickal docter wen eye grown ap sew tat meens mey stuf shuld bee givn frst prioretea.  Eyem to buzi two pute awhey grocerees becuz mai homewurk iz thee onlee homewuk taht couwntz."

Friday October 11^th , 2002

Hello everybody, I am updating my logs because yoni is a baby and he might throw another baby fit if I don't do it.  Today I went to school and pretended to do schooly things.  I don't know why the teacher even made us show up today, we just sat around for 5 minutes, and then she told us we could leave after she handed back out papers.  Tomorrow is Arborfest day in the arboretum at school.  I'm probably not gonna go, but I have nothing else to write about.  Little kids are probably gonna all come in at once by the hundreds and trash the place.  All the duckies are gonna get run over and drooled on.  I think I'll take more pictures of crap I made in kiddie art class and post them up now since I ran out of things to do.  Everybody be good.  That is all.

Friday October 4^th 2002

Gee, I haven't updated my logs in about a million years.  It doesn't really matter though; nobody comes here to read them except Sarah, Yoni, and possibly Kevin.  Today was pikachu shirt day.  I don't really like wearing my old pokemon clothes anymore since they're not very cool now, but I'm trying to see how long I can go without wearing the same outfit to school twice.  So far it's been 6 weeks.  Im trying to write about all the cool things I did today, but Babu Troll always follows me everytime he hears the keyboard in the kitchen typing.  He thinks I'm talking to a bunch of weirdo internet stalkers.  A few days ago he told lame Rasheed to block all chat programs on my comp and only leave enough things to do homework with.  Thats a pretty darn crappy idea.  He's telling the kid with a .75 grade point average to control the free time of the kids with good grades.  Damn, the bastard's mad and yelling again.  I guess you don't get to hear about any of the cool things I did today because I'm gonna have to leave the kitchen.  Bye bye

Wednesday September 18^th, 2002

I just broke another nail while typing.  Now I have two funky looking fingers on  my right hand.  I'm not gonna be able to pick up objects easily for another two weeks now.  Now stuff.  Today was the first day of preschool again.  My mommy made me leave early because she said it's not nice to be late on the first day.  We did all kinds of fun things today, and I got away with making only one folded object for a kid today.  Usually they constantly harass me to make whatever animal pops into their head, but today I got away with it by telling them I'd fold things for them after storytime....too bad there was no storytime today SUCKERS!!! Haahaha.  The kids made construction paper mosaics today, and I was bored so I made one too.  Mine was a flower with stars and a blue sky.  After making stuff time I decided to make use of my kiddie education classes at school and teach them the "Tideo" song and dance I learned in MUS-433  yep, that was fun stuff.  And now I'm home and I have to do homework but that's boring and I don't want to so I think I'm gonna make chapstick with this hip new chapstick making kit I just bought from Michael's after preschool today.

Friday September 6^th, 2002

Happy Birthday to me!  Actually, it wasn't a very happy birthday because some people decided to make it sucky.  My birthday always turns out pretty sucky, but so do most regular days too, so I guess it doesn't really matter.  Blah, I just remembered I have to change my age on that other page that I never update.  Now I'm 21, which means absolutely nothing, since I never do anything anyway.  Now for all the super uncool things that happened today.

I went to school in the morning and sat around in class.  I like my teacher because she's nice and pretty, but everyone else in the class is boring.  I don't really care though since I don't like talking to the other kids anyway.  So stuff and blah blah blah happened, and other stuff that I'm too lazy to remember and type out.  Today the teacher talked about ethics when doing research in the social sciences.  Here are Dr. G0mel's comments on falsifying data "...okay so it's skanky and don't ever do it!"  After class I mailed in an order for NG stickers and it took forever because I had to buy new stamps because I left mine at home.  Now thats enough crap about school.  Time to talk about my sucky house.

As soon as I got home, Babu Troll started annoying me.  He kept asking boring questions like "what kind of cake do you want?"  I don't think he really wanted to know anything though since he obviously didn't pay attention to anything I said when we had the "party" later, he was really just try to spy on me and see if I was talking to people online.  I think he hovered over me for at least 3 hours.  Eventually somewhere in the middle after he came back from his 3 hour hovering session, he decided to bug me again to look up the side-effects of some medicine he just picked up from the pharmacy.  One again it was all just a ploy to spy on me and my online business, since he was already aware and capable of looking up that information on the computer in his room.  Then he started yelling because it took me more than 12 seconds to find the information he wanted and he said something else but I forgot.  Then he yelled some more and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.  Then I took a nap, and then another nap, and when I woke up it was time for my lame party.  I hate having birthday parties because Babu Troll always acts really mean and bossy to everyone and tells them to do things that I don't want them to do.  Now here is my present list:

French manicure set (which I don't need since I grow out my own nails)

A faux denim skirt and a diagonally striped pajama top from Sarah

$60 from Babu Troll, $35 of which he already owed me for school books he said he would pay for but never did

I blew out all the candles on my cake because I'm super cool.  After I opened my stuff I sat around at the table with my siblings, and poked food.  Then my tummy hurt so I left and did homework.  Then I came back online and deposited points and did stuff and blah.

Now yoni just went to bed, and he sounded annoyed, but it's his own fault for not making sense, and he's a baby, and he's afraid of monsters, and tents, and dental equipment and other stuff like that.  That is all.

Tuesday September 3^rd, 2002

Earthquake day!  I told everyone in the house we've been having earthquakes, but nobody believed me.  Last night after midnight right before I went to bed we had a semi-big earthquake and now they believe in my super sensitive earthquake predicting powers.  Actually they probably don't; they think I just got lucky again, but oh well.  Now I'm going to recap the entire scenario to show all you non-earthquake-country people what it's all about, and to make up for all the really short, crappy logs I've been writing.  Yeah so umm anyways, what was I doing...?  Oh yeah, I just got undressed so I was standing in the upstairs bathroom in my underwear brushing my hair, and then everything started shaking and rumbling.  I couldn't duck in the doorway, well actually I probably could have if I tried, but I didn't want to because I was naked, so I just leaned up against the wall until everything stopped shaking again.  It only lasted for 15 seconds at the most. The only thing in the entire room, and probably the entire house, that fell down was the top half of my electric toothbrush; I may have had a hand in knocking it down when my body slammed against the door.  Afterwards I got dressed and went down stairs.  Apparently the earthquake had woken Babu Troll again from his hibernation and then he was in his usual panicky earthquake state.  First he turned on the television so he could see how big it was, then he told Abdullah, who was sitting at his computer doing his Java homework, to go check if the earthquake woke up the girls.  Too bad for them I was already awake and checked on Sarah.  She of course slept through everything because she's lame and always sleeps though earthquakes, alarm clocks, and boogittymonsters.  Since the news people were doing a poor job of covering Babu Troll's story fast enough, I just went online and found a super cool earthquake site.  If you live in California or Nevada and you think you just felt an earthquake, you can look it up here:  http://quake.wr.usgs.gov/recenteqs/

This site is so hip.    Now every time I feel an earthquake and nobody believes me I can just say "uh-huh" and show them it on this site.  Damn, I forgot what I was just talking about.  I could scroll up and see, but I'm too lazy and my eyes hurt.  Here are some other things I felt like mentioning:

-The quake was a 4.9 with an epicenter 3 miles NW of Chino Hills. 

-Babu Troll made everyone sleep on the floor because he thought if our bunk beds collapsed, the person on the bottom would get smashed (there really wasn't much of a point to this since earthquakes can happen at any moment)

-In the morning after I woke up at 4:30 there was another baby quake that nobody except for me felt.  My super cool new site confirmed that everyone else is crazy, not me.

-Troll Abe left his alarm clock on overnight for almost a whole hour while I was in the bath this morning, and Troll Rasheed who happened to be in the same room as the alarm, refused to turn it off.

-The Cheerios from the kitchen cabinet have milliworms.

Sunday September 1^st 2002

It's like a bajillion degrees in this house and I can't turn the fan back on because my mom's talking on the phone to my grandma and it's gonna make too much noise.  I wish we had a working air conditioner, or some popsicles.  The popsicles would probably be better because they make my tongue change pretty colors. 

Now I'm supposed to tell you about all the exciting things I did today, but I really didn't do anything.  The most exciting thing I did was play outside in the backyard with Sarah and the garden hose.  This wooden chair has sweat marks in it because I've been sitting in it most of the day.  I can't do anything productive because it's too hot to go upstairs and get my papers down.  Maybe I'll stay up really late tonight and work then.  Tomorrow morning I can sleep all day since it's a holiday and I probably won't be able to do anything if it gets really hot again.

Saturday August 31^st, 2002

Mew.  Nerd Alert!  Today I went back to the eye doctor lady's place to pick up my glasses.  That means not only do I act like a nerd, but now I look like one too.  Actually, I've always looked like a nerd; Im just a more stereotypical one now.  Yeah, so umm after I got my glasses I had to go with Babu Troll to drop off the keys to our old rent house in El Toro.  He just sold it to some guy named Hugo.  Babu said after he sold the apartment he would pay for my drivers insurance, but I think he's lying.  He always lies.  Lalala, after we came home Sarah and I went shoe shopping.  Babu Troll came too because he has lots of grownup credits cards.  We went to two places before we went home again.  Babu Troll pretended he was super cool and in charge the entire time, even though he's super lame and doesnt know what he's talking about most of the time. 

Dodidododo  then we went to the mall.  Sea Hag Sarah and I both wore matching shoes.  They're 4 inches tall and I can't walk in them very well because they're a size and a half too big.  We were supposed to be looking for sneakers, but almost all the shoes in the mall cost twice as much as they would elsewhere.  I showed Sarah the giant poster book case of Legolas in the bookstore, so she asked the lady behind the counter for it.  It turned out there were already a bunch of girls in the store asking for it too, so she had to have her name entered in a drawing for when they finally get rid of it.  There was another poster book case of   Aragorn, but nobody wanted him;  they all wanted the pretty elf.   Anyways, Babu Troll came back after a couple of hours and I didn't get the shoes I wanted.  Sarah and I both got vans instead, because they're relatively cheap, even though I don't like them very much.  Babu Troll was complaining that my shoes cost too much and threw a fit the entire ride home.  Without tax they cost $19.99.  That's all I remember.  Me stop now.  

Thursday August 29^th, 2002

Sleepy day at school again.  I woke up semi early to finish my homework and print it out this morning.  The printer's been having problems ever since I came back from vacation.  It's because Rasheed decided to have it plugged into the USB port , and that's usually where I keep  my webcam.  It to at least half an hour and 7 resets to get it working properly.  I decided to sleep in my first class unti my teacher showed up.  He was late so I got to sleep extra long.  After he showed up he just talked about stuff in the syllabus and then he let us leave again.  This class only has tests and each test consists of 25 multiple choice questions, all of which you're allowed to use notes on.  I don't know why people think his class is hard.  This looks like its gonna be easier than my bio class from last semester.  Lalala, my 2^nd class is super fun.  It's music and early childhood, and so far all we've done is sing songs and play games (other than the 26 page article and writing assignment he gave us for homework).  Today we learned a song called "Hi-dee-o" it was neat.  There was  a dance to it too. I think Im gonna teach it to my mommy so she can use it on her preschoolers.  At the beginning of class a girl asked me if I had asprin, so I gave her two Tylenol.  That means I'm a super bad-ass drug dealer now.  If this were high school and I had a mean teacher, I could get in trouble, but this isn't so it really doesn't matter and I'm just saying that to waste space and time because I have an hour until my next class starts.  Now I'll shut up...after I plug the school's camera

http://www.fullerton.edu/campuscams/TitanLab.asp

watch me and other lame students do boring stuff all day long. 

Oh yeah, in other news, Babu Troll is a psycho.  Most of you should already know that, but I just felt like announcing that anyway.  When I get home I think I'm gonna hide out in my room until he goes to sleep because he's been extra mean and bitchy lately.