thought that we had a chance,
but together was too hard for you

Wow. We actually did something else in english class besides listen to the instructor talk about the next or read out of a book today. A movie! Too bad so far it's boring. It's called McCabe & Mrs. Miller, and it came out over 30 years ago. We'll see how it turns out though. Too bad I can't hear anything; the instructor wont turn it up. Stupid book review due Monday, and movie review in two weeks. What a waste of time.

Psych was pretty cool today. We did some group work that consisted of dissecting our day and how we spend our time. The instructor asked to be specific, so some groups had time alloted for sex, and one group set time aside for peeing and pooping, haha. Instructor laughed so hard she started crying, haha. Ah yes, I like that class... < sarcasm >cuz I'm just learning so so much< /sarcasm >. Haha, screw that. When did I ever like a class because of it's content?

Hyperbolas in precalc. How come conic sections weren't this easy in high school? Remember how I got a 40x on that test, and had to take it over? What a knee slapper. How pathetic. One more regular day in that class; final on Wednesday.

Mall and Target tomorrow afternoon after I get my car back from the shop. Want to get another pair of shoes, and start my Christmas shopping. Say bye-bye money. Money: "bye-bye." Okay that was retarded.

Malibu Jelli (12:47:52 AM): what have i done to be graced by the prescence of jerrys instant messaging tonight
It's no secret; I'm predictable.

Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no, it is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ nor no man ever loved.