I'm lost. It sucks.

Ok the MOST annoying song in the world? Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Why?

1. The woman has THE most obnoxious singing voice.
2. The lyrics SUCK
3. Who says guys don't wanna have fun?
4. The only thing the song really accomplishes is making the female race sound like a bunch of blonde bimbos who have a lot of sex

in short I HATE THAT SONG. a radio has appeared in our bathroom. the song came on when i needed to use the bathroom. i was tortured. p.s the radio came from the 11th floor and i think that taking it was absolutley rude. The R.A. on the 11th floor probably spent money on that radio. though i do enjoy it being there SOME times.

I have a psyc test tonight. i forgot i had it. i should be studying right now. but the computers right in front of me. maybe ill go to the study lounge.

I've decided i hate arabs. not all of them, just a fair amount. and not for the obvious reasons either. allow me to explain. at the beginning of the new semester there was a flood of arabs entering the U of M. no big deal right? theres just yet another foreign language spoken around campus. well at that point i was unaware that they would also be invading my dorm. i didn't really mind at first. they just take up half the fuckin walkway at night, doing God knows what. some of them smoke, so maybe the others are just out there to keep them company. cuz ya know how cool smoking is and all. theres this one whose always out there. he's fat and his coat reminds me of the kind of robes they always show Jesus wearing.

THEN i found out they ride the elevators. they are all male.  the male floors in jesse hall are the 2nd,3rd and 4th. they visit each other FREQUENTLY. why wouldnt they? pointless to learn english when all of your buddies are less than an elevator ride away. twice in TWO days i have been on the elevator going from the 8th floor to the first (i usually take the stairs, but i recently caught strep throat and don't want to strain myself) and guess what. the elevator slows on the THIRD floor. ok, so maybe two flights of stairs is a bit much, i let it pass. then two arabs board. they look at me, say something that must mean "Hello" in their language, then push the button for the SECOND floor. ok the stairs dont close until nine, DO THEY FUCKING KNOW WHAT STAIRS ARE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? or ill be going up. get on at the first floor, but must take a pit stop at the second to pick up some of these non-english speaking idiots and cart them to the thrid floor.

i've learned a trick. if you push your foot on the crack of the elevator doors when you feel it slow, it will pause for a few seconds, not open the doors, then continue on whatever way youre going. i learned this a while ago, but have decided to put it back in use. maybe if i can get everyone doing it they'll get the hint. dipshits. sheesh.

though i must admit they are not the only idiots that cause the elevator to stop at the second floor. these nice, big athletic looking guys also apparently are in such delicate condition that they too need a ride to the first floor. i think we should just evoke the privelage of the elevator to the third and second floors. install them their own set of stairs. like they have in turner. turner doesnt have elevators. just three floors with stairs convenient to every floor.


then there are the Hippies. i didnt really give them a second thought until one of them appeared in my english class. this girl DOES NOT bathe. seriously. her hair is disgusting. if it weren't considered rude i would take a picture and post it on here, but she might sic the squirrels on me.  now another thing i knew about liberals is that they are against the war. hippies just amplify this. every time bush or war is mentioned in class you can be sure her loud mouth will open as her meth driven hand rakes through her greasy hair while she gives a totally airhead response. i don't like war. i must say that. i don't understand what the reason is for us going to war, but i do have respect for the soldiers. they are out there doing their part, and im not about to bash that. plus this reject just sits there all period doing pencil drawings in some dramatically designed notepad, and it seems shes just waiting for someone to mention the war, or bush, or harm to the squirrels. i seriously think the Hippies have joined ranks with the squirrels. i bet the squirrels are the only ones, other than their fellow Hippies, that dont mind the smell or the attitude. just thinking about that girls hair makes me want to puke. and why do Hippie women toss aside the security of a bra? honestly. there is nothing attractive about their pointy, droopy boobs, protruding egg mounds in their 1960's shirts that probably belonged to their parents. ew. why are Hippies even still around? its thoughts like these that make me wonder why i am in this town.....

The following list of rules apply to each person as they enter Montana.



1. Pull your droopy pants up. You look like an idiot.



2. Let's get this straight, it's called a 'gravel road,' I drive a pickup truck because I need to. No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Lexus. Drive it or get out of the way.



3. They are cattle, and oil wells. That's what they smell like to you, they smell like money to us. Get over it. Don't like it? I-5 go east and west, I-15 goes north and south. Pick one and get on it.



4. So you have a sixty-thousand dollar car. We're real impressed. We have quarter-million dollar combine that we drive three weeks a year.



5. So every person in every pickup waves. It's called being friendly. Try to understand the concept.



6. We all started hunting and fishing when we were nine years old.Yeah, we saw "Bambi," too. We got over it.



7. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of ducks are coming in, we will shoot it out of your hand. You better hope you don't have it up to your ear at the time.



8. Yeah, we eat walleye and ling. You really want sushi and caviar? It's available at the corner bait shop.



9. The "Opener" refers to the first day of deer season. It's a religious holiday held the closest Saturday to the third weekend of October



10. Any references to "corn fed" when talking about our women will get you jack-slapped, by our women.



11. We open doors for women. That applies to everyone regardless of age.



12. No, there's no "Vegetarian Special" on the menu. Order steak. Order it rare. Or, you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the two pounds of ham and turkey.



13. When we fill out a table there are three main dishes: meats, vegetables and breads. We use three spices -- salt, pepper and BBQ sauce.



14. You bring "Coke" into my house it better be brown, wet, served over ice and plenty of it! You bring "Hooch" into my house it better have 4 legs, a tail and have a nose for quail, dove, duck, teal, or pheasant. You bring "Mary Jane" to my house she better be cute, know how to shoot, drive a truck and have long hair.



15. Yeah, we have sweet tea. It comes in a glass with two packets of sugar, some lemon, and a long spoon.



16. High School Baketball is as important here as the Lakers and the Knicks, and a dang site more fun to watch.



17. Yeah, we have golf courses. Don't hit in the water hazards -- it spooks the fish.



18. Colleges? Try Montana State or University of Montana. They come outta there with an education and a love for God and country and they still wave at passing pickups when they come home for the holidays.



19. We have more Navy, Army, Marines, and Air Force than you can count, so "Don't Mess With Montana," If you do it will get your butt kicked by the best!



20. Our military is only used as a back up. Per capita, each man, woman, and child owns at least two firearms and has learned to shoot as a kid.

I'm feeling better today. getting a headache from sitting at the computer for too damn long:P but doin all right

I decided I want to start over. But not completley. Like an essay that's been revised. There are parts that are good and shouldn't be re-written, but as a whole it needs some work. I don't really like where I am now. Once again I'm thinking about changing my major again. but to what I dont know:P woot. well i think im going to re-decorate my cork board. enjoi yer day:D

It really is just one of those days where I should've stayed in bed. it doesnt totally suck, but i just dont feel like doing anything. literally anything. i dont want to talk to anybody, i dont want to see anybody, i dont want to go to class, i dont want to listen to music, i dont want to read. i do want to write though. weird.  i need to be studying for a test, instead here i am, on the internet, again.

Sometimes i really hate how you can relate your life to one stupid song. it sends all these dumb emotions going through you, sends memories through your brain. one song can equal a million memories. maybe theyre memories that make you smile, but also maybe theyre memories that make you cry. memories you dont want to remember. memories that hurt. memories that make you want to scream, but you cant change the song because its a good song and that thought pisses you off. that one or a million stupid memories can ruin a really good song.

i just dont even feel like myself today. this isnt who i usually am or how i usually act. its just one of those "off days" a day when i need to keep to myself and pamper myself so i dont ruin someone elses day, unless of course they read my blog. sometimes i just write to get my feelings out and none of it makes sense, then later i wish i wouldnt have written it because someone approaches me asking what it means. other times i make sense and im glad people read it and comment on it. i guess what i mean is i just dont want comments when im writing about how im feeling bothered by something. those days i just want to get my feelings out and if i want to tell you i will. otherwise just dont worry about it (if you are one of those people) sigh....

well i feel as though ive exhausted the topic of my feelings for today. i think i'll go "study" now...

Have you ever just been sitting there, maybe just spacing out, or reading a book, surfing the web, maybe talking to a good friend and suddenly you wonder who you are? i dont mean the whole "who am i? where am i?" crap. i mean just do you think you've really found out who YOU are? do you like where youre going in life? do you really love your friends? do you find your days productive as the apply to you?

or do you even let yourself be you? For example lets say your driving down the road with some friends, one of your FAVORITE cd's is play, a song you love comes on, but before you get a chance to belt out the lyrics a harsh voice from the backseat makes and annoyed groan. do you change the song? or crank it? you go to school wearing a shirt you just got yesterday. in the hall, while talking to a friend, the girl with the locker next to you turns, looks you up and down and makes a "rude" face. do you wear the shirt again?

then again maybe this little portion is more about rude people who don't appreciate individuality. stupid people who think that their way of thought is the only right way, and all those who dont think that way are in the wrong and will never amount to anything, or at least never really be "popular" some of them don't even realize their rudeness. such as making a comment about someones make up, even though they just saw like 5 other people doing the same thing. then you must wonder if this person has chosen to just pick on the other person.

there are some people who are mistakenly placed under the "materialistic, rude" stereotype just based on their looks. when actually spoken to some of these people are actually very nice and polite. but, funnily enough, there are others who only help out their stereotype image.

but for now that is all. must go to english...yay...

Spent the weekend in anacanooch. went boarding, loved it. partied with brooka n amer n other ppl, loved it, hung out with the famdamily and, amazingly, loved it. i realized something now that im back. i dont just miss mollie, though i do miss her most, i miss my whole family. yes i yell at joe a lot, well most of the time, but hes a lot cooler than i give him credit for. and my mom is more of a big kid/teen than a middle aged woman. and my dad, though he can be difficult, is pretty dang entertaining if you pay attention to him. i didnt really want to come back. oddly i wanted to hang out with my siblings for just one more day.

i miss brooke and amer too. snowboarding with amer is the absolute best :D, jami is hilarious. i just love brooke, shes just a funny little shit. though there were times where we had down points, most of what i remember is just laughing our asses off and being dumb. divisionals and state was SO much fun last year with brooke and kalista!! oh man did we have a blast! too bad amer was a cheer queer. i found i dont really miss high school so much as i just flat out miss my friends who are still stuck in it. then again ill still miss them next year cuz so far i've heard of like one thats coming to missoula. oh well. doesnt mean ill never see them again.

i really miss mollie, too, as i mentioned above. just being around her is great. shes so sarcastic :D its absolutley hilarious. plus talking to her is great. i love bugging her in her room, just bullshitting while she asks me what jeans? or in the bathroom, with her random comments about her looks. she just doesnt realize how pretty she is. she smiles and its just gorgeous:D and im not just saying that because im her sister. she is really pretty and there a bunch of ppl who agree. just because i cant name them all off the top of my head doesnt mean im making that up:P and this whole thing about her weight. kinda makes me self conscious, cuz i weigh more than her... pft. but i must admit i admire her. she sure is one of my heros:D

i know this is really lame. that this entry doesnt exactly show top writing skills. but tonight thats the last thing on my mind. i really just felt like updating about that little bit. i dunno. perhaps next time the entry will be much more satisfying to whoever the f reads this.

Soooooo, i finally update and no one notices, chris you dont count. probably because its been so long since my last update that no one even looks anymore. pft. well fine then. ill update for my own personal pleasure.

so all in all its been a good week. things got done, i had a great v-day present and so on and so forth. off to other issues concering more than just myself.

have you ever wondered why people become so fixed on letting others know how crappy their life is? as in no matter what you say or do, they always have had something worse happen to them. they dont even care what you have to say, its like they only hear enough for them to conjur a story totally unrelated about how their life is worse than yours. they dont even take the time to note whether or not your complaining about your life. im not saying these people are necessarily selfish, or self-absorbed for that matter. they are just the emo kids that dont listen to emo. they have nothing good to say about themselves, duh. they are all complete failures. nothing has ever gone good in their life. i kind of wonder why these said people have friends. why are there people willing to listen to this crap of "God hates me" 24/7. the people complaining half the time dont even believe in God. and if they did they wouldnt be so dumb as to claim that He hates them. actually if i gave someone life and they bitched about how much it sucked i'd probably resent making them, but thats just me. honestly. there was a time when i complained. when i thought life sucked, or said i did. but i never really did. for every day i cried i also laughed. for every day that brought me sorrow i found some joy. even on the days when i just sat there and cried like a goon all day i found something to make my heart a little lighter. i guess id have to say that these people who whine all the time dont really look for light anywhere. and if they find some light they put the pessimistic notion that this light, like "all the others" will eventually go out and they will again be left in their pit of darkness to wallow in their own self pity. dumb people.

on a lighter note, im tired. need sleep. night all!