Anyone like my fiction? Anyone?

Maybe I should make that the prologue to a series of stories. Wouldn't that be cool? Maybe I will. But not tonight. I have to get a good night's sleep. Big test tomorrow in Logic Design, the Senile Professor class. I'm not entirely sure what to study either. He went over it all while was registering for classes. Unfortunately. Brian took notes but I forgot to copy them and oh well!

I spent $5 making copies from a logic design textbook at school yesterday, and I borrowed another text overnight. I should be okay, considering I didn't miss any topics this time. And I understand the stuff I have to understand...at least in a fairly good sense. I couldn't write textbooks about it, but I probably could answer a few questions and do a lab. Thank god I never want to work with hardware in my future career. I wanna be a software bitch. I wanna have nothing to do with creating hardware.

I've been listening to Natalie Imbruglia lately. That's where the quote is from...her song 'Wishing I Was There'. She's cool. She sounds a lot like Alanis Morisette, I think. But her voice is just cooler. The music is still 'ex-boyfriends ruined my life' kind of music, but it's upbeat. Upbeat is good. I like upbeat.

I also like passing, so I'll try to keep this short. Gotta study more, gotta study more. But...this web page...I am strangely drawn away from my studies by it. It must be magic.

Magic web page.

I was talking to Kristen the other day, and then the phone rang. It was a friend of her's from her class. So I watched the rest of Ally McBeal and ate something...I forget what. Then Kris walked through the living room talking about all the tests, and reading, and work for her classes to her friend. She rattled off a huge list on her way to the kitchen, and was still going on her way back to her room. I sat at my 'puter and started up the transcription of Sunday's entry. Then I walked over to her room, peeked my head in and said "Stress?" in a funny voice. She giggled and I did that a few more times over the next half hour.

"Stress?"

"Stress?"

"Stress?"

It was fun. Then I told her about all my work. Two tests, three programs, and two papers.

"Stress?"