2004-02-27 - 1:24 p.m.

What's with all the nameless, faceless criticism? Yes, this is directed to the guestbook people who love to offer up these glimmering tidbits of advice, but do so anonimously. Don't you think that I'd be more inclined to heed advice from a source that I know rather than just whomever feels like commenting on my current state of being? Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry towards you...I'm just.... Ok, yes I am angry towards you. From here on out, if I'm going to be bold enought to document the ups AND the downs of my life, then I think the least you could do is buck up and start leaving some real names.

That said, let the show begin.

I've got laundry in the wash so I'll make this short and sweet by listing a Pros and Cons section for the diary.

Pros: Got the Chapelle show DVD, eat it Walsh. Bet there aren't any Best Buys in Jordan. Ah yeah, praise Allah for my ability to enjoy Chapelle humor 24/7. Seriously though, I do miss your room clearing belches (belchi?)

Cons: Said DVD has a small scratch and skip on episode 5 sketch 2. Small price to pay for comedic genius.

Pros: Got my first check from the Health Center and am about to recieve three upgrades in job level.

Cons: It's a real job. I actually have a real job.

Pros: We're doing a Beatles cover band thingy fot the engineering school's talent show!

Cons: We haven't practiced yet, and it's in 2 weeks.

Pros: We're all skilled musicians.

Cons: I think.

Pros: Up until last night I thought I had things pretty much figured out as far as my relationship status goes.

Cons: I have no fucking clue what's going on.

Pros: Thanks to diary advice, I'm not even gonna worry about it anymore.

Cons: That's just plain rediculous.

Alright, so to tie up this extremely lame entry I have this to say:

I am a basketcase. I am a bonafide asylum bound sonofabiotch. But so are you, and so is everyone else who reads this diary. This is my therapy. You're reading it because you are bored/interested/etc..., but it is mine. So if you feel so jilted by the way I handle my day-to-day life, then just stop reading.

Time to move the laundry from washer to dryer. Don't worry everybody, I'm sure the next entry will be much funnier.

"I didn't mean to make you so sad, you just happened to be there, that's all" Bob Dylan

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