today was um... interesting.

yesterday afternoon i came back to the apartment to find that the ceiling in my bathroom had acquired a growth. it looked like there was a bag of water hanging from the ceiling. needless to say, this is not exactly something i wanted to deal with... ever. so i didn't. at least not right away.

instead i went to the women's film series showing of Seven Beauties, which is an independent film from the 70's. unfortunately i was unaware (before it began) that it was about an italian soldier who was captured and put into a concentration camp. this did not help my already foul mood... at all. i went to bed with images of... well... things you would imagine one would see in a concentration camp. i have no problem with films of this nature. i think it's important for people to be exposed to these kinds of atrocities because it was a reality for a lot of people, but i was not in a mindset to appreciate it last night.

anyway... back to the point. i came back to the apartment and realized that this situation with the ceiling was probably not something i wanted to ignore for an extended period of time, so i called the apartment office and left a message for them to come as soon as possible. the maintenance man was here all day. evidently what started out as a leaky toilet (yeah, ew) above us turned into a much larger problem. hooray for living in an apartment building!

by the way... anyone have any idea what one would use vegetable oil for when fixing a pipe? just curious...

after that madness i went to social stratification. man, i love that class. i don't think i've ever been more excited about going to a class than i am for that one. i really can't even describe what is so wonderful about it... you'd just have to experience it for yourself.

and then there's my black women writers class...
i've decided that my professor is clinically insane. tonight she read to us for 35 minutes. t h i r t y- f i v e minutes... evidently i've regressed to kindergarten. the best part is the stuff she was reading had something to do with the "eroticism" of reading. all i can say is that is an hour and a half that i will NEVER get back.

when i came back to the apartment... and to the hole in my ceiling after that class i decided i needed a drink, but since i'm not yet 21, katie and i decided to go to square one for hot chocolate instead (the next best kind of drink). unfortunately square one is closed for a couple days for rennovations... so it was onto the lyndon diner for us. (mmmm... curly fries!) as always, we had a smashingly good time, which included a conversation about the pope. i believe it went something like this:
kate: we don't have the pope.
me: that's good.
kate: *nod* one man shouldn't be able to make all those decisions by himself.
me: he can't even pee on his own... if you can't pee on your own, you shouldn't be pope.

sensationally irreverent! nothing says a good time like curly fries and a discussion about the pope's ability (or inability) to relieve himself... by himself.

Today I change,
Too late cuz every town feels the same,
I'm different and you're distant,
Add it up and it makes no difference.

-Sugarcult "Stuck In America"

this is from the May 1955 edition of Housekeeping Monthly. um... did women really believe this crap? it's a darn good thing i wasn't a housewife in 1955. blood would be shed. either that or i'd voluntarily commit myself.

i'm bored.

winter is the most boring, depressing, painful season ever (in the world). i cannot get over how bored i am right now. i'm not really sure why, because i actually have a lot to do right now. it's all school-related though, so that's probably why i'm bored. i need to do something exciting! anyone have any suggestions?

evidently we've given up the search for weapons of mass destruction. funny how no american newspapers are running this story. it makes me sick to think of all the soldiers and civilians who lost their lives in vain. what is wrong with this country!?!

so i'm back at school. whoopie! had to get up at 7:30 in the bloody morning today... not my idea of a good time. on the plus side, i don't have any classes tomorrow so i don't have to get out of bed at all if i don't want to! it's weird being back at school... there are moments when i feel like last semester was years ago, and others that it was yesterday. i had a great break though. i got to spend some quality time relaxing with some old friends... and some new ones. i met erik's "quasi-girlfriend" (hahaha)... she's awesome. i seriously can't imagine a girl better suited for him than jenn. it's kinda crazy seeing him in love and all that craziness. he's finally growing up. *sniff* i'm so happy for him though. he deserves the best... and as far as i can tell, jenn is it. it's just too bad they're on the other side of the state. i miss hanging out with erik and i'd really love to be able to get to know jenn better. i just might have to go visit or something.

my first day of classes has gone pretty well so far. my computer class should be rather easy, and i think my advanced comp class is actually going to be fun. i have social stratification and black women writers tonight. strat should be a good time. i wonder if dr. schaffer will really dress up like the grim reaper like he said he would...

on that note, i will leave you with my new favorite green day song (it's called "holiday")...

Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howlin' out of key
To a hymn called Faith and Misery
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line
To find the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men
A gag
A plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
On holiday
"The representative from California has the floor"
Zeig Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause Just cause because we're outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
This is our lives on holiday

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hhhmmm... i feel a little better now...