wow. i feel dumb, but at the same time quite intelligent.

today the box came for digital cable. fancy. sooo, no we did not request for comcast to come install, instead being the handy family that we are, decided to install ourselves (more like the cheap ass family). so who you gonna call to install?? ME! yes me. so, i'm feeling all handy and manly, i disconnect the old cable box and connect the new one. easy enough. i put in the batteries into the remote and turn on the tv and cable box... nothing. black screen. great. so i look at the letter enclosed in with the cable box and see it has three easy steps:
1. connect your digital receiver.
2 Call the digital service activation line. This call lasts about 3-4 minutes.
3. Allow the digital receiver about 45 minutes to automatically download the necessary information.

call the digital service activation line?? wtf? there was no phone number included on the paper.. who was i supposed to call? ghostbusters? (haha not funny i know) so i spend about 30 minutes hunting down this number. I called the comcast support line (after 5 minutes of waiting got inpatient and hung up) email customer service. everything. no number for this so called "activation line". i slump down on the couch in shame, this was easy enough! and yet i found a way to fail. great. i pick up another pamphlet included in the box and look through it, it was a more detailed installation guide... and wouldn't cha know there, in step 5 was the activation line. I called the number quickly (they close at 11pm) and was able to get the cable activated. now i just have to wait 45 minutes. at least now i don't feel like such a failure.

. ay ay ay ay ay
the things life throws my way. seriously. life was not this bad not that long agoo. i mean whatever, dont complain. buck up.

i just hope things look up before next semester if im still here. i dont want to be here and have to live here another two years suffering. i hate walking around campus i feel like its just, idk mannnn everyone around me is okay. and blah blah i know other people feel horrible at swat too. but it sure as hell dont look that way.


i cant take this.

last night was the enlace/multi party. despite waking up with a slight cold, i toughed it out and went out. why? because i am not a slave to my room. i am a FREE woman. it was so worth it. i had such a good time. danced and danced and danced. and danced merengue, fab-u-lous. yea meng. dont hate on the 'minicana. minor issues of d-r-a-m-a. which i thought was hilarious. maybe tonight going out as well. just for old times sake. a double time weekend. although no 24-24-24.
co-op can suck my balls. i need bobby pins!!!!! i'm searching on the floor here in the room to see if there are any that have fallen out of my hair or anything. i'm dying here. my bangs are like a pair of old, saggy boobs. ALL OVER the place.
(HAHAHA. not).


ok. work time.

is it fall? spring? summer? WINTER? i'm confused. but i really like not wearing winter coats. stay warm. please.

who's going out this weekend? yea. i am. i'm tired of being a slave to my room. time to whip that bitch into shape. show it who's boss. damn right. I AM! but then when it comes time to be warm and cozy, then it's okay to be warm and cozy in my bedypoo. hehe.

sleep time.

yeaaa. i'm home. sitting in my bed (it creaks when i move) and im so hungry! well not really, just theoretically hungry. i keep thinking about the feast that awaits me tomorrow and i get hungry even though i ate a lot like 15 minutes ago. is it possible to be theoretically hungry? i guess in my case it is. i made a spiced pumpkin cheesecake for tomorrow. funny story. the cheesecake calls for a caramel-bourbon sauce, but see us above the mason-dixon line don't have bourbon so my mom said to use whiskey instead. so i was upstairs and my mom was downstairs in the kitchen and she yells, come and get some whiskey. now see for you it's probably not funny but taken out of context, my mom would never be yelling at me to come and get the whiskey. however, we did not end up using whiskey as my dad said, "Whiskey?!? Whiskey? No niña tienes que usar cognac sera mejor, quien pone whiskey en un cheesecake!" (with appropriate upside down punctuation where necessary). so i have not made the liquor sauce yet (waiting for the cheesecake to cool and since im not going to be up in 4 hours, going to do that tomorrow).
i don't think i've ever wrote the word whiskey so many times. whiskey. whiskey. it looks funny. it's kinda like when you say milk over and over again. whiskey. whiskey. it sounds like it should be the name of a plant or weed or something.
i need to pump up my zyrtec. these allergies are killing me. I walk around with a tissue box under my arms when i get home. obvious answer would be get rid of p.j. but how?! it's like, getting rid of... oh i don't know that favorite sweater of yours that sometimes gives you rashes around the next if you wear it too often without washing it. you love it, but sometimes it causes you great pain. once the nasonex i started kicks in on top of the zyrtec tomorrow i'll be finnnee. i can suffer a day in the name of kitty love. he's my baby boo. i dont think i call him pj anymore. its actually pretty disturbing... anything from poopyloops, poopy, booby, peej, or beetu. (the last one is my father's doing)
ok it's bed time. let's go find the poopyloops and cuddle.

totally sappy music hour.
listening to one sweet day (mariah carey and boyz II men) woot.
procrastinating on the same paper still, up to 9 pages. and i still have yet to answer one question completely. heh. oh well it'll end up being 20 pages but FU SWAT. i hate your guts. you suck balls. chlymedia balls. oozing balls. nasty ass balls. thank god for home/summer. i cant wait to be home and let my brain FRY. suweet.

woot, hooray for birthday dinners at pf changs. mucho fun with friends. good gifts. tomorrow NYC gangsta. break is amazing. catch me later

back at swat.
i didnt bring my fridge. i forgot it. SO, i'm just ordering another one from walmart. hope it comes soon. b/c i need cold things. but i have my tea maker and brought all my jeans (what possessed me to only bring 3) so i am now quite jean-full... whatever that is. i'm contemplating whether to go to class tomorrow, the professor is going to be out, and we're just going to watch a movie that is going to be on reserve at mccabe. it would allow me to sleep till 11. that would be nice. and that would be because my intro to ed professor never emailed me where i was supposed to start my inclass observations. so that wont be happening. great.

so it'll be another three weeks until i go back home. for october break. and i have three papers due the following day, so i dont know how much hanging out i'll be able to do. that sucks bolas.

i made $75 today. but on that same note, i didnt get the job. so that sucks more bolas.
give me money.

all further posts are friends only. i changed my mind. i dont feel like sharing anymore.
if you want to read any, friend me. i may just let you read.

does this count as a different day? I mean technically it is thursday and the last entry was written at 10 on wed. so yea i guess it does.

im sitting here, trying to read the most boring book for my self image of latin america class tomorrow. i can focus, the topic is insanely stupid. and im worried about my presentation on friday. i havent read what i need to do the presentation on, and i need to have 4 minutes of things to talk about it. which means most of tomorrow evening/night will be spent reading it and reviewing it a hundred times. great.

i cant wait to go home. and the bus stops at penn station, so i can walk around nyc a bit. its been way too long since ive been. i cant wait to sleep in my own bed, have A/C, see pj, eat my father's food, and all that general good stuff that involves home life. its so weird, b/c two weeks before swarthmore i was so eager to leave. things were stressful and i couldnt take it. i guess being away for almost a month makes me miss it. well, maybe home is good in small doses.
i need milk, i have corn pops but no milk.

and so here i try again to finish my reading.. only 200 pages left.