I am going to die this Fall- due to illness, insanity, or boredom? No. From the absolute chaotic mess that will be my school career. *shakes head* Now, how do I put this... Oh yes.

(Put in very long AHHHHHH!!! with lots of exclamation points. If I do, my page gets screwed up. Dontask, my CSS is probably faulty.)

Much better. So, here's the deallie for any who want to know. I will be on campus/in class/working on: Monday- 9-4:30, Tuesday- 8-4:30 hopefully ~or~ 8-6 unhopefully, Wednesday- 9-1 then 4-7, Thursday- 8-2 hopefully ~or~ 8-11 unhopefully, and Friday- 9-10. Thank God. hahah Saturdays are all gone to horseshowing, starting October, gone before then due to charters, Sundays are devoted to lessons and working, as are hopefully, at least one or two nights a week, provided I can keep myself awake enough to keep from falling over. PS... On the schedules, I will be working M,T,Th & F from 2-4:30 at the office, if anyone should need me.

*Blink* BTW... Does anyone know how to get to the Providence Campus? SHIT!!! I'm soooo screwed! hahah

BTW, it's not looking good for that party tomorrow, Kyle, sorry hun- I jsut got this call for a job I can't pass up- I will try to go for like... a bit, say hi, then whatever. But probably not. Um... *Blink* Yeah. Gotta go pack now that I've wasted hald my day getting classes arranged. Poo.

Note: Previous post should affect no one, as it was a completely irrelevant rant.

I went riding today. Now, you may wonder, what makes this particular ride any different than yesterday's or all summer's? Weeellllll.... This particular one, I was riding a HUGE, and by huge, I mean so tall I, at 5'7" could barely reach his topline with a brush, nevermind my hand! HUGE!!!, horse, and jumped 2'3-2'6" (Maybe) for the first time in like... 8 years, and even got a "Good job!" over it. Damn straight, sucker! I am so pumped!!!! I wanna scream like a little girl!!!

I hate boys. And girls. I hate relationships and how they always end up fucking one person over or the other. How someone always gets hurt and both of them end up fucked up. And we wonder why I have trust issues. The only couple I've ever seen that have worked are my mom and dad and my mom's parents.

You know, I -hate- relationships. You get involved with someone, gradually start to trust them and "love" them (What the fuck is love, anyway?! Just someone's romanticized word for lust- brain, body, who the fuck cares, you jsut want it, nothing else! Love is the ultimate thing to hurt someone with.), and then they fuck you over bigtime! Well fuck that! I won't do it. I -refuse- to do it.

See, at least I know when I lust over someone. I -know- that I don't love them, and if something better came along, they'd be like yesterday's underwear(such a good analogy, huh?). Granted, this is as long as I don't get too close. If that happens, all that above is out the window, and that's when the real show starts. tap tap (haha... if anyone know what that's from, I'll give you a hug!) that's when the shit hits the fan and everything goes all black and blue, Ouch.

Damn. And I hate drugs. hate them, hate them hate them. And yet... I love people who use them. How the fuck does this happen? Shit! What better way can you get yourself hurt than to mess with that? *shakes head* Stupid git.