B-ra

I'm so busy its ridiculous. Today I went to my 8 o'clock and right after I went to my 9:30. I had thirty minutes but I knew that if I went back to Moore Hill to drop off my Spanish book I would fall asleep and say to hell with biology. I've missed one class this whole semester in biology. I managed to stay awake on three hours of sleep, a banana, and weak coffee prepared by me at 7:45. By the end of Professor Jasper's lecture I was cruising myspace and reading e-mail. The intricacies of my immune system didn't seem as appealing as usual this morning. I walked back to hell with a girl who is in Women In Communication with me. She made me feel good about having an internship this summer and went on to say how she hasn't applied for any yet. I explained to her how deeply unaccomplished I felt despite my summer plans. I realized later how that was unsympathetic and probably made her feel even more deficient. I think I can be insensitive sometimes. I must watch that. I tossed my backpack and silver purse in 232 and ran next door to the bathroom. Jesus called and invited me to Madam Maam's at 11:20; I told him sure and was in a dream encrusted sleep at 11:27. At twelve he called; I let it ring twice; Marcella called. Maybe they'll forget. I had a dream about smoking weed and hallucinations and out of body experiences and scary little kids' voices. On some level I know that my room is the host of a spirit portal. It's either my room or my mind. My verbal obligation beckoned me, and I went outside to meet my friends. I had P2. I visited my future apartments, interviewed my roommate, Jeremy, and ran into a bike. I revisited Brick Oven where I got my damn refund and a twenty dollar gift certificate. Bought step shoes, two purses, and a wide black belt with a crescent-shaped belt buckle. Ate a chicken sandwich and went to step practice. Practiced forever, hurt my knee and thumb. I'll never be the same. Came home. Took a shower and finished spanish work. I will be taking a suicidal bath on Good Friday.