EvErYThInG iN mOdErAtIoN, iNcLuDiNg SeLf DeStRuCtIvE bEhAvIoRs AnD mInI mElTdOwNs CaUsEd By IrRaTiOnAl EmOtIoNs.

I have created the busiest week for myself ever.

I have a paper due on Wed that if I don't get it done and time stamped and put in my professor's box, she won't accept it. Then I have a research project with a partner thats due on Monday (next Mon) that my partner and I have to present in front of the class for at least 10 mins so I have to work on that with her Wednesday, Friday and Saturday. And then I have a 4-5 pages paper due in Anthropology on Dec 3 which I would like to have done by the 2nd. Apparently I just rock like that.

I have to go bring the trash can and recycling bin in from the street before they get stolen. I don't know who would steal those things, but apparently there are people who would because its happened before.

I apologize for my previous entry yesterday or the day before. I deleted it because its wasn't a true reflection of my day's events and it was derogatory and completely self-deprecating and not cool. I was angry and crying and confused and thinking of a million different things when I wrote it. I could think of a bunch of things that are wrong with me, but I'm going to take the challenge of focusing on the positive things that I have going for me. Like my sparkling personality. :)

Anyhoo, I'm sorry.

I'm kind of in love with House as in Hugh Laurie (a.k.a. Gregory House) and Mark Harmon (a.k.a. Jethro) from NCIS. They are beautiful specimen of mature men. Maybe I should like guys my own age, but lets face it, I don't. Sometimes it sucks.

Oh, I ran into Mike the other day at Butte. It was really weird. Morgan and I were just walking along to class from the parking lot and then all of a sudden Mike was just there and he was all like, "Hi there, whats up?" and I was all like, "Umm...nothing. Walking to class." He proceeded to poke fun at Morgan for not saying anything which I totally understood because she was having a "this is the guy Heather was like freaking in love with?!?!?!" kind of moment. And then she just said, "To each her own." Which I appreciated. I was doing so well too, I hadn't seen him in like a month and I had started not to think of him all the time, but now I feel like I'm fighting to not be back where I started from. For some reason, he's really hard for me not to like. I don't get it.

I'm tired. I need sleep for tomorrow because I have the math class I might fail if I'm not careful. Don't want to have to explain anything to my parents, that would suck.

Peace.