Life's too short to waste on television and mundane things that make my life boring. I like to learn things; correct that, I like to know things. The act of learning I find completely boring. I like to be able to have a grasp of anything that would come my way. However, I'm too lazy (or temporary A.D.D., whatever strikes your fancy) to sit down and learn things. Currently I am taking a physics class that I'm interested in. I like the stuff, but Physics, above all studies, takes the longest to learn. I would like to able to read the chapter - speed read in this fantasy - and learn everything the author intended a college student to learn from his/her writings. Alas, I need to spend hours doing problem after problem to learn.

I've decided to read a classic novel every month. This month is A Portrait of a Lady. I need silence in order to concentrate on the book, because I just finished Fierce Invalids Home from Hot Climates and that was fascinating to the point I would skip an hour of good nights rest to read it. Portrait is dull, but it has its moments. I tried reading the book while listening to techno but that made my mind race... not good when reading the Portrait.

I am waiting the crucial event of the release of the 11th installment of the Robert Jordan series Wheel of Time. God, the waiting is unbearable. I hope he never dies so that the series could go on for the rest of my life.

Right now I'm poor. I don't mean starving poor but in the sense that I can't go do anything that would cost me money. I can only read, eat, and pay rent. This puts a damper on my new found love of life as I said above. I can't exactly go parasailing with my food money. The point is, I can't afford luxury, this includes internet at home. Fortunately my father did me the great favor of buying me a laptop with a wireless card in it. I am now stealing my neighbor's wireless internet as I write in this blog. I don't like to steal, especially if it hinders other people's things. I am causing his/her internet to be slower than if I weren't using it. I have access to 6 other neighbors internets but most of them have a security on them.

This is my call out to my neighbor. If he/she reads my blog as I know millions do, they will find out that I am using their internet. I know this is unlikely that they will read my blog and know I am stealing it, but it will help me sleep better tonight.

As I said before I have only 3 channels that come in through the stupid bunny ears on top of the tv. I get CBS, NBC, and KEET (PBS). I never watched PBS that much before, but I found out that the Antique Roadshow is on 80 percent of the time. Holy shit, you wouldn't believe how much I know about old stuff now. I'm practically an inspector.

I don't watch NBC that much because I don't care for the shows. I was obsessed with this soap opera called Passions but I'm not home anymore at 2 o'clock ever... except on Thursday. Last semester, when I lived at the dorms, I scheduled my classes around the soap opera. I was able to watch it everyday.

I'm really into CBS and what they're putting out now. I like Two and half men. The premier sucked though. I like the idea that Charlie is very laid back, and I saw a side of him I didn't ever want to see again. He was turning into his brother - which was probably the point the writers were trying to make. The kid's acting needs to grow as he does. The stuff he does now is okay but it won't work as soon as he gets older.

Big Brother finale is on tonight. I was extremely into this show. I created a drinking game for it. I would take a shot every time somebody cried or was subtitled. I had to set a limit for the subtitled thing though. I am very strict on the crying thing and I was ready to kill April on one show. It was shot back to back then. I am, of course, rooting for the lovely hispanic lesbian. Maggie's okay but I don't like Eric, therefore I don't want her to win. We'll see tonight. Yay.

Really I know that this blog is pathetic. I have a physics test next week that is totally scaring me. All I have to blog about is the tv shows I vicariously live through. They are all I am.

I cry at night before I sleep.

So I wrote this email to my mother regarding a new phone. I'm just a poor college student and I can't afford to pay for communication to the friends I don't have.

Dear Ms. Hall,
We would like to thank you for your past donations to our foundation, the future ones as well. Because of you, Marcella Inc. has been able to sustain a well-fed company inside a building your donations pay the rent for.

We at Marcella Inc. appreciate your position as a single-working mother of eight and that you feel that we deserve a charitable contribution in order to keep Marcella Inc. up and running. However, we are writing you to ask if you wouldn’t mind helping us with one more thing on top of the other obligations we have put on you. Marcella Inc. is asking you if you could find it in your budget to pay for 75% of the phone that we would like to replace the old one for.

We understand your trepidation for being unwilling to pay for something that we have lost, but our founder Marcella Wells has upgraded security. We haven’t put a lock on the gate, nor have we hired security personnel to guard the private ownership objects of Marcella Inc. But we promise to hold on to the phone for the sake of all that is human. Our founder will bring the phone on her national flights around the County of Humboldt. She even states she will proudly bring it to the bathroom with her.

This is the phone that Marcella Inc. is trying to find the funds for. If you would like, we could email (we would call but no phone) the company’s other contributors: Daddy Tech. and get back to you promptly. The phone is 100 dollars from the website account of our company’s phone service.

Would you be willing to pay for 45 dollars if the other contributor agreed? Thank you for your consideration Ms. Hall. You mean very much to us and our goals.


Marcella Yvonne Wells, Founder of Marcella Inc.

p.s. Ma, I tried to put a picture of the phone in the email; but I don't think it worked.

I'm not as good of a blogger as I could be. I should be able to write everyday; however school permits me enough relaxing time to watch tv.

I'm having a dilemma with my roommate. I used to like her a lot, enough to hang out with her all the time. Now she has turned boring with uninteresting conversation. She talks about little that I am interested in. When she makes a joke she usually does it in the accent I use to make jokes. *It's a typical slurred southern accent with a lisp* Trust me it sounds cool. Anyway, she copies it. It bothers me. I do it to dress up my jokes - sometimes they're funny, sometimes not. Her jokes are never funny.

There is a boy that lives two doors down from us and she is in love with him. She'll talk about him whenever she has the chance. She doesn't want me to talk to him or hang out with him because she doesn't want any girl hanging out with him. I don't mind hanging out with him. Frankly I'm sick of him thanks to Andrea's rants about him. Example "He was going to get his haircut by his sister, but decided not to." What the fuck is that!

Its actually a little disgusting how she tries to get his attention. Our living room window (as well as her room window) faces the parking spot he parks in and she knows the exact sound that his car makes when he parks. So she runs out to her car everytime he parks, pretending she left something in her car to just talk to him.

Another time, we were heading somewhere and I had to get something back at the apartment so she parked and I ran upstairs. I saw out of the window that he parked in the his spot and a second later I heard "Could you check if I left my phone up there." from down the stairs in the direct path he needed to go to get to his apartment. I said no. She got to talk for a bit. I got back in the car and saw her phone sitting right there in plain sight. hmmm... she thinks she's sly but really she's going about this stupidly. She lies about doing this stuff too. She hears him and then looks around the apartment really fast and mumbles that she forgot something in her car.

She's pretending for my sake. How strange. Maybe she doesn't want me to ridicule her for all of these stupid attempts to get his attention.

She also stole my cellphone and threw it away. I know this because I was playing with it one morning before going to the bathroom and when I came back, it was gone. I asked to use her phone to call my phone and she said she needed to find it first. I called my phone and apparently the phone was off. hmmm... how could it be off when I had left it on and nobody else was in the apartment. Thats 120 fuckin dollars. I'm plenty pissed and I'm starting to think revenge.

I think, I think to much about my roommate and not enough about more important things. Like my boogers.

This happened a while back and I thought I wrote about it, apparently not.

One weekend my roommate and I were bored out of our minds. We were watching this show called big brother and anytime anybody cried or was subtitled we take a shot. Well we ended up drinking a shit load that night and the last thing I remember is putting in a movie after the show was over.

I woke up the next morning in my bed with a beer bottle and aspirin next to me. I said "Hooray, I made it to my bed last night." I walked out to the living room and ate my cocoa puffs and watched the news (I only get 3 channels: ABC, CBS, and NBC). My roommate came out of her cave and watched with me. She said "Hey, my car keys are by the door."

I joked "Maybe we went for a drive last night." Little did I know that we did. She went to the garage to find that her car was backed nicely into a parking spot across the street. I was laughing my ass off at this point. One, because we were still alive. Two, because the car looked as if it had been parked by a good driver. Three, My roommate and I couldn't recall the rest of the evening.

Nothing was in the car that gave us a clue to what happened, but when we came back inside we found two new items in the refridgerator: Orange cinammon rolls, and 6-pack of Sunny D. Andrea was missing 10 bucks from her wallet and my credit card and ID was on the floor. I was praying that I didn't spend 300 bucks on something stupid.

Andrea checked her phone and she had made some phone calls from 2:30 am to 4 am. We called all of our friends to see what we did and they didn't know. One of them said that we were with a guy and he talked to him. That confused the shit out of us. We asked all of our guy friends if they seen us the night before and all said no. We still don't know who mystery man is so I have resolved it to be one of the homeless people down the street.

My roommate checked her account yesterday and found out where we went. She had spent 43 dollars at Denny's!! How could one possibly spend 43 dollars at that low rate rat hole. I was impressed - she was sad. I am still surprised we drove 15 minutes away from our apartment and made it back to the apartment alive or not in jail. I say it was the homeless dude that drove the car and adeptly parked it across the street.