Too much work and I am making no progress. It's going to be a long night (and tomorrow). And I want to run and do some fun reading too.

Went out to dinner with parents. Somehow, they became aware of the fact that I thought getting another Persian cat was a mistake. I had to be honest. I do consider it to be hurtful to Marble's memory and hurtful to Bucky. Especially since they keep comparing the two and calling Bucky "Marble." I understand that my dad was lonely and wanted company and also that some comparison is unavoidable. Even when I got home, I was looking for the new cat in all the places Marble used to like to sleep. But, still they didn't need to get a Persian. There are many other lovely kitty breeds in the sea.

When I mentioned that, my parents launched into a "imitation is a form of flattery" speech. Whatever. I'm the oddball that finds all this horrible and insulting. Everyone gets to have their own opinion. Let's not get started on the fact that I think putting Marble down was a mistake that could have been avoided for at least a few more weeks. I already lied about that little opinion. Done venting.

On another note, Bucky is slightly cross-eyed. I find it funny.

I hate this feeling. I have so much work to do. Despite the fact that I made some kick-butt progress tonight, I still feel like I have to do more. But all I want is breaktime.

I have more work than there is time to do it.

And I was in such a good mood this morning.

Back to reading.

Biked it this morning. Was relaxing. I pleasure read as I went (nowhere). I think I may have to do more of that this weekend...oh wait, no. Too much work.

Got up WAY too early. Need for coffee.

And maybe should get ready for classes.

Hmmm, I should probably resize that pic of Michael R. that I added at the bottom...nope. Don't wanna.

I should so be working. But I'm in WAY to good of a mood for such nonsense.

I love my Uni-ball Vision Elite pen. It's now the official pen of Michele. Supercoolness Batman!

My good buddy Michelle just stopped by. That's super awesome because I haven't seen her since the end of the last semester. It's always so great to talk to her. It's hard to leave her phone messages though...something about saying "Hey Michelle, it's Michele" always makes me pause to think about what I just said.

So, the cat is out of hiding. It seems to like my dad. It seems that Bucky is in the lead for its name. I'm still tempted by Houdini though...since the little thing seems to get into impossibly small spaces. I've adjusted to the new cat to the point that I'm excited to see it this weekend. However, I didn't like it when my dad was directly comparing it to Marble over the phone. Bad mojo.

I spent about four hours and Barnes and Noble this afternoon. I went a little crazy, but I got A LOT of work done. Always a good thing, as I can now give a somewhat good excuse to my conscience to let me slack.

There is some in-fighting between Rose, Britt, and Leslie. It's a little rough...I don't want to say anything gossip-y...but I understand why everyone is upset. But, Britt has been super nice. I missed going to dinner with them, due to B&N. But Britt saw me enter the caf and sat with me while I ate. She kept going on about how glad she is that we're friends. It means a lot to me.

It's good that she says that stuff though, because she is getting me up at 7:15 tomorrow to go running.

Oh, I ran today...over 2.7 miles and 300 calories. Exciting. I think I'm going to bike it tomorrow.

Sigh. I should probably do work of some sort.

I find picking out the clothes I'm going to wear for the next day is a very hard process. I have no idea what to wear.

It's very pretty outside. Complete whiteness.

I finally finished reading Ben! I found a little bit of humor at the end. That was a nice change. I'm glad to be done with the boring old man.

I don't like my English teacher...you know, the one I'm doing my Honors Option for, and thus need to spend a lot of time with. I don't know what to do.

My mom has lost the cat. It's hiding. We're still working on picking a name. I'm thinking Bucky or Houdini are possibilities.

I love any song that begins with "I think I'm turning into a slut." Quality.

I had fun with the girls. I lost two dollars to Rose. First I bet her to take a gulp of cream (brought for my coffee) then I bet her take a bite of a pepper. Amusing times.

So, my parents tried to come to town and surprise me. (I was still out with the girls)

They got a new cat. I like it in theory. But I also want to cry. He looks exactly like Marble. His name is Nigel. I wish I knew how to upload a picture.

Mixed feelings.

And I still haven't studied for my quiz tomorrow.

Slacking. Slacking. Slacking.

So much work so little time.

I totally dented my checking account today. The situation is rather sad. However, as of now, I'm promising myself not to use the account for at least a whole month. Who wants to take bets on how long I actually hold up?

On another note, my new pjs are comfy.

Exercising was really hard today. I just didn't have the motivation to run for a long time. I finally managed to get 15 minutes of actual run time...I had to do it in several little bursts though.

Too much work.

I'm off to work on Ben. My friend Britt has implied she's dating the old guy. I wish them the best of luck as he is a boring, boring writer.

Quotes:

"Good fences make good neighbors"
~Robert Frost

"For I have known them all already, known them all-
Have know the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;"
"Do I dare to eat a peach?"
~T.S. Eliot

So, there war a pop quiz in my Spanish literature class yesterday. The Professor was under the impression that it was easy. No man has ever been so wrong. At this point, all I can do is cling to the hope that it won't actually be counted for anything. There were no quizzes mentioned in the syllabus. Very bad. Little hope for me to cling to.

You ever think you were meant to read a particular book? I was looking for a certain book at B&N. I was fairly certain the author's last name was towards the end of the alphabet. So, I kept going back and forth over the S-Z shelves. After extended searching I found one copy on top of some other books. I'm fairly certain another customer had to of put it there. The funny thing is, the author's last name began with a M. There was no reason for that book to be there or for me to expect to find it in that section. That was a pretty funky moment.

I'm still working through Ben Franklin autobiography. It's proving to not be one of my favorite works of all time. The man talks about dust for 3 pages. I can't wait to be assigned more reading this afternoon.

I'm having boy issues. Alan called my cell last night. No actual reason for talking...At least the first time he had a somewhat legitimate excuse. We spoke for about 10 minutes...He implied calling me was a high point in his day. I ignored the subtle implication. Talking to him makes me uncomfortable because I know he likes me. When I'm uncomfortable, I get twitchy. Over the phone, it seems that causes me to sound flirty. No good. I don't know what to do. He's a good guy. Strong Christian. I only want to be friends and I don't want to hurt him when I tell him that. Maybe I'll just give vague hints about how I shouldn't date anytime in the near future.

Last night my roommate and I got into the "you've been a great roommate" speech. I guess it's good to know, that when necessary, I can share a small space without swearing or kicking.

Well, I'm off to sign up for a room for next year.

It's been a good running morning. I went 2.75 miles, burned over 300 calories, and was actually running for 13-14 minutes. Yeah! Almost at my goal of going for 15 minutes. I think I need to up the speed a little.

I was bad and went on Amazon yesterday. I also did a lot of slacking. I am not looking forward to reading 50 pages of Ben Franklin's autobiography this afternoon.

I was excited. Yesterday, my English prof (who doesn't seem to have a lot of love for Christians) asked someone to complete the phrase "Man does not live on bread alone..."

"But on the word of God." Score. It was all about the entire class sitting in a stupor while I answered. I am so thankful to God for the Supertones song "The Devil is Bad." Without it, I wouldn't have been able to answer. Now that song is stuck in my head...good song. Makes me want to dance.

Not much going on here. I have a frappuccino to might right, so the day is starting off well.

I've been good this morning. I actually did some work. Now I'm torn between continuing this morning of goodness by doing some MORE work or being bad and amusing myself with DVDs. I know I'm going to be bad tonight. (It's TV night) So, in theory, it would be beneficial to be good now...I know I'd be more happy with myself later. Decisions.

Through no interest of my own, I found myself watching the American Idol auditions last night. See what happens when you become friends with people who extensively enjoy popular culture? Well, there was a girl on from Grand Rapids. She was crazy. Not the kind of person I want representing me. But she did make it to the next round. Crazy lady.

I'm off to slack. It's fun to be bad.

So, there's this pay per view preview for Pirates of the Caribbean. In it there is clearly a shot of a shark in the commercial. There is no shark in the movie or the extra features. Where did the shark come from?!

Okay, so I can do my story. I think my prof and I still have different ideas of how I'm going to write it. He'll learn. Either way, there is going to have to be a lot of research into a time period I know very little about.

He then proceeded to freak me out about recommendation letters to grad schools, and how I won't have the teachers I should get recommendations from until next year. Then it'll be too late. Thanks Mr. Man.

Sigh. There's nothing like freaking out over a meeting so much that you forget your text book for the class you have after that meeting. Things get even better when the guy you kinda-sorta had a crush on last semester sits next to you in that class. Awkward. Then your prof makes you answer several questions in Spanish, at least two of which you get wrong. Said prof then notices you don't have your text book and mentions it. After class, the teacher asks what your name is. And only your name. There are several possibilities here: he's either marking me down for not being prepared. He's giving me points for my sad attempts at participation. Or he's just trying to learn my name. Bad class. No fun. I'm waiting for the memory to fade.

I have homework. I should be doing it.

I'm not doing it.

I want to write a story for my Honors Option in my English class. I know what I want to write. I'm worried my teacher is going to make me change it. Maybe I don't want to be historically accurate.

Plus, I don't think he'll get the mermaids.

That's going to be one scary meeting on Friday. I don't know if I should tell him that when finishing the book, I'm going to want to try and get it published. Eek! Scariness.

Went running on the first day=good start.

Need to get ready for class, but my cousin won't leave my room. AHHHHHHH! Have given her several hints.

Get out of my dorm.

The La Casa meeting took forever. Very boring.

Maybe I don't want to lead a La Casa dinner. Maybe I'll skip all the dinners. Afterall, this La Casa credit means nothing for my major. Yet again, here's to being a slacker!

I, Michele Daniele Castleman, for the first and only time, admit that I have way too much clothing. It took me over an hour to hang it all up...and I had left about half of my clothes here.

But I am all moved in.

Yeah! I am going to have one less responsibility this semester. La Casa is now only a program and not a club. This means I never have to go to a hall government meeting again. Here's to being uninformed!

Sigh.

Back to school tomorrow. I'm not sure if I'm in the right mind set to begin classes yet. Guess I'll just have to deal.

I wanted to give blood today, but Grand Valley closes at 12 on Saturdays. I went to give at about 2. What's up with the early closure? Only SUPER crazy people give at 8 AM. I ate all those vitamins and all that food for only my benefit. Geez-o-peez. And I have no idea when I'll be able to give again.

My mom and I saw Chasing Liberty. It's okay. Matthew Goode is hot. My mom is the "irritating person" in a theater. She coughs randomly, laughs loudly (when no one else is laughing, mind you), and gets up to go to the bathroom causing people to get up from their seats; when if she had gone out the other way, she would only have had to pass me. (That was a long sentence) Okay, no more talking about mom...She is in the room.

Wah! Back to school. And I have to get up early too. But at least, tomorrow is the earliest I'll have to get up for a while. My earliest class this semester is at 11:30. (Major Score!!!!!!)

I want to run this semester...afterall, the gym is across the street.I'm worried I'll get too lazy though.

I'm off to read.

Michael Rosenbaum's birthday is July 11th. Do you think that means we're meant for each other? Sigh, probably not. He's in his 30s. And he has the same name as my dad. (Freaky!-why did my dad have to have such a common name?) But hey, Spike is in his 100s...so what's a 12 year age difference?

I should really find a picture of Malfoy to post.

Not much going on. I can't believe it's almost time to go back to school. Wah! I'm going to need to start going to bed sooner. Double Wah!

The 1966 version of the Batman movie is unintentionally funny.

My mom's book club is going to read "The Da Vinci Code" as their next book. I'm giving her my copy. That'll be my excuse for not finishing the book.

Well, I've been good. No spending money for two days. I've even managed to resist Amazon. Of course I didn't go running last night. So, I'm still bad.

I think I'm going to give blood tomorrow.

I've been bad. Very bad! Shopping online. I couldn't resist. I have a problem. May my mom never find out how bad I've been.

Hola,

Not much going on here. I would have written sooner, but Blogger is evil.

It's very pretty out.

Hey,

I just got back from shopping with my mom. We got a lot of stuff. I finally bought the Pirates of the Caribbean DVD. Very exciting.

When we got home, my mom decided to hold up a thong in front of my dad's face and say "Look what your daughter wears!" Thanks mom.

I want a blanket. It's called Star-(something or other). It's so pretty. I wish there was an online picture I could post. If only.

The above message is proof I shouldn't be let out of the house with money ever.

I finished Brave New World today. It was alright. But, George Orwell will always have my heart. Now I've started to read The Lovely Bones. It's interesting. I have a different idea of what Heaven will be like.

So, it was my dad's birthday. I remembered! My mom did not. I told her at dinner and we celebrated. I watched The Treasure of the Sierra Madre with him. He appreciated that. I like Tim Holt. Go team Cowboys! Hee hee hee

Here, I'm going to attempt to attach a picture of him:



Did it work?

Well, I'm off to slack and maybe run.

Well, Jeffiner helped. You can tell by the coconut picture. We watched the blooper reel of "Pirates of the Caribbean". I vow that I will have my own copy of the DVD soon! Best Buy's lack of stock will not stop me for long. *Evil laugh*
We also watched "Someone Like You" including the extra scene featuring the best use of a chess board ever.
I think I'm going to start collecting pictures of all my hot men. Hmm, I had originally planned to do some reading tonight. Oh well.

La la la

Jeffiner is coming to help me. Yeah

Hola,

I was just at Monica's sight. I took the Dante test. I made it into Purgatory.

This blogging thing will drive me insane. Somebody make it work!

Spell Check wants to change "blogging" to "flogging"

I give up. I need food. I'll play later. Back to Monk.

Okay, so to see my changes, you need to click the archive button. Loco loco.

aHHHHHHHH! I thought I knew what I was doing! But my changes aren't being shown. False! Trixie! *Glare! Glare!*

Slow progress. Very slow. I just realized I have the same template as Monica. Sorry! I didn't know. What the heck am I doing?

Yeah! I set the time right. It takes me a few minutes and a call to Holly, but I eventually catch on. Oh baby.

Slow progress. Very slow. I just realized I have the same template as Monica. Sorry! I didn't know. What the heck am I doing?

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Personally, I'm still thinking in terms of 2003. I got back from Holly's a little while ago. I would have created this sooner, but my dad was on the computer. Apparently, he took over 200 digital pictures yesterday...he wanted to look at them. Oh boy.

There's a Monk marathon. Hee hee hee. I want to marry him.

Dooby dooby doo