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Sticky. That's what I was thinking when I was eating chocolate chip cake with my fingers. "Damn.....that's sticky."

Sooo.....what a day. What a day. I just endured 40 minutes of searching the net for an available 5GB Apple iPod which (as my MIS classmate had told me) is very much sold out. I can opt to get an iPod with a larger capacity, like 20 GB and hold up to 5,000 or so songs (holy shite...that's a lot of MP3s....) and spent a ridiculous $500 or so bucks that I don't have (since I'm mostly blowing credit to electronics).

I heard someone make a comment about my "$90 headphones". Don't make me fucking laugh. I would not spend that much on headphones, unless I was in the industry or unless I was one sick fuck shitting money out my asshole. Really.

Yes, I do take stupid comments seriously. Lucky for you, murder is against the law..not to mention a sin.

I got to campus early and combed the area for the Wall Street Journal. Did not find it. Left Speech class around 9 to meet w/ a group member for Bus Admin. She's just getting out of bed, which is okay with me b/c then I can go to Speech (which wasn't a complete waste of time, but when is it ever?). Economics, as usual, I spent not paying attention. I wish I had scheduled so that Speech was my last class for the day so I could focus on Economics. But then I'd have an hour and a half to worry about delivering a Speech. I fucking hate that.

Met up with Amy at Tuttleman and got working on my slides on the transportation and logistics industry. Noon came around and I had to meet with my Speech prof to make sure I was on the right track. I say to Amy, "Okay, I'll be back in about 15 minutes or so..."

Yeah fucking right.

Since I am just short of brain dead, my outline was a complete disaster. What the hell was I thinking when I wrote it? The whole weekend, I'm assuring myself that I'm almost done with this thing and I'd only have to worry about FedEx. I. Am. A. Complete. IDIOT. I think we spent about an hour going over what was wrong ("wrong" being an understatement) with my information/structure. Luckily, my professor rocks hard and made it more coherent. The whole time, I felt like cracking up laughing. And contemplating ways to commit suicide. I am such a bonehead.

So, I stole a pen from her (actually forgot to give it back....it's just a pen, but I feel bad) and went back to my group. Bridget was there, but we hadn't heard from Earl. I did get an email about questions to consider for our presentation and I think it will help greatly.

I saw Arlene in the subway. It was nice talking to her. I wish I had someone to talk to every day like that. You know. Friends or something. Whatever. Fuck.

So that was my day. I felt like a torrent of green liquid was going to erupt from my mouth the moment I got home. Yeah, baby. Pressure. Bring it on.

BRING IT FUCKING ON!