A Day in the Life of… (part 2)

Right now I’m listening to my newest CD. It’s “Go!” by Letters to Cleo. I think it’s a pretty good album. I got it at Hastings for five dollars. It was on the used CD rack. I went to Hastings again today and looked around. There was a girl in there who looked to be about 11 or 12 years old. She was dressed like she was about 25 years old. I wondered why her parents let her go out dressed like that. Maybe she really was 25 and just looked like she was 12. I don’t think that was the case though because of the way she was acting. I looked at CDs and movies and software and books. I was looking at the classic book section and another guy was standing next to me. He was acting like I was standing in front of something he wanted to look at so I moved down. Then he moved down and stood the same way, so I moved down some more. He kept following me down the aisle like that. Finally I just went to look at the Sci-fi books. While I was looking at the Sci-fi books another guy came over to look at them too. He acted like he wanted to look at some books where I was standing, so I moved down some. But he kinda just stood there and looked at them like he didn’t want me to know what he was looking at. I noticed that the guy from the classics section had left so I went back over there. I looked at a few books. I wanted to get a book of poems by Robert Frost, but I didn’t have the money to spend really.

I got Michelle (my friend and ex-something) to cut my hair. It was getting pretty long and she said I looked like someone from “That 70′s Show.” She has never really cut hair before. She did an okay job, but you can tell it wasn’t done professionally.

I went and hung out with my friend Shana after I got my hair cut. She is a hairdresser and she told me that Michelle hadn’t done too bad of a job. Then she kinda run her hand through my hair and said, “I’ll fix it.” We hung out in her room and played around on the computer. We almost got to see her roommate have sex with her jailbait boyfriend, but they kicked us out before the good stuff started happening. We went into the living room and she laid her head in my lap and we talked while I combed her hair. I like doing that sort of thing.

I am doing pretty good in most of my classes. We had a test in Structural Geology on Friday. I think that I did pretty good on it even though I really didn’t study for it. Most of the stuff on the test came straight from the review sheet we did. After the test we were talking about how we did. I asked one girl about one part of the test and she said that she hadn’t gotten to that part. She said, “I just don’t feel like caring about it.” I think she was upset about something and also upset because she wasn’t as prepared for the test as she could have been. I am doing really well in that class. The professor told me I was at the head of the class. I had a test on Tuesday in Chemistry. I did okay, but not as well as I could have done. I didn’t really study for it either. I missed class on Thursday so I went to my professor’s office on Friday to pick it up. He was disappointed because so many people had done poorly. We talked about what I missed on the test. I think if I took better notes in class I would do better on the tests since almost everything I missed I remember him talking about in class. In Historical Geology we had an open note quiz. I did poorly because I overslept class both times this week and didn’t really have any notes to go from. I’m not going to miss that class anymore. I have a test in Physics this week. I don’t think I’m prepared for it at all. We have a review session during class on Tuesday. I’m hoping that will help me. I’m also going to work the problems in the book.

I talked to a girl I met on the internet personals over the phone yesterday. Her name is Tamara. She was sick and was sniffing and coughing a lot. We both had a pretty good time talking though. We talked about lots of different things. We even talked about the size of my dick. I think it’s weird that I always end up telling people the size of my dick. We also talked about her last boyfriend and other stuff like that. She told me I could call her anytime.

Well, that’s it for this time.