pointless

English professors are bad. At least the last few that I have had to deal with. It will teach you never to speak in class again. Which for me would be a bad thing, because I just barely became semi-comfortable talking in class. But with English professors constantly telling you that you are wrong because your idea is different then theirs it is a little frustrating.

Anywho I am not going to whine about that anymore. I think I need to find another time to update my diary instead of Monday and Wednesdays after my Intro to Fiction class. Another reason I am frustrated with that class is because she has in the syllubus that we have a reaction paper due every Monday for a story that we were assigned on Wednesday. She adds assignments and doesn't tell us that that is taking the place of the reaction paper. So I am busting my butt doing extra work that doesn't count for crap. grrr....

Besides that stupid class I am liking things just fine here. I am still jobless and that is making me a little mad, because I can't pay my bills.

I got a letter from Nathan a while ago. I can't remeber if I have written anything here since then. But he might be able to call me from the airport if he gets my phone number before he leaves. I think he is leaving on the 4th of Feb. That is sooo soon, I can't believe it has been five months since I saw him last. We have been together for 10 months now and we have spent half of that time in different states with out seeing each other. It makes me sad.

I am so hungry. I didn't get to eat lunch because I slept in and still had to type the paper that I thought was due in Intro to Fiction but wasn't. So I skipped lunch and it was worthless. Stupid class. I think I might get some nachos at the ToGo Cafe on the way back to my room. Or maybe a pretzel, I haven't had a pretzel in a super long time. Oh and maybe some hot chocolate, except there was a freak choking on hot chocolate last night. I don't even know how it happened but all of a sudden I was choking on my hot chocolate.

I'm sleepy but I don't know why, I didn't get up until 11am. I wish I could sleep at night. I can't go to bed before 3am here, which is 2am back home and my regular college bed time. That is when my body is finally ready to go to bed. This is the 5th week of classes, you would think my body would be adjusted to the different time zone already.

I am forcing myself to go to bed at 11pm tonight. I am going to make myself do it. Hopefully Megan will have gone to bed already and won't come in and make a ton of noise.

She wakes up before me every morning and has to come over from Steve's room. She turns on her desk lap and shines it out into the room, directly into my face so I wake up a little pull the blankets over my head and fall back asleep. Then she starts clunking around, getting her clothes, her shoes, packing her back pack. I think that is part of why I can't wake up when my alarm goes off. Because I loose half an hour of sleep listening to her clunk around before she leaves for class.

This whole entry is pointless, so I am going to shut up for now.