Let me give you an idea of how service works here at the USPS at Emory: Last Monday I go in and send something to another PO Box, in the SAME POST OFFICE, WITHIN 10 YARDS. The recipient still has not recieved the package.

I will call the company tomorrow and ask, and tell them they really need to fix the online banking site because I can never log on.

So let me tell you about J.

I met J. this past Saturday when we both went to Metro to mentor. J.'s parents are from Alabama but they moved to England before he was born. So, his parents' have a Southern accent, and he as a British one. He is a graduate student studying anthropology and he likes jazz.

Now, don't get the wrong idea. I'm not crazy about J., or at least, not yet. But he is different from the people I know, in the sense that he is mature grad student. : P

He owns a tweed coat.

He just seems like a SELF-VALIDATED person, someone not necessarily worth knowing, but that if you knew them, wouldn't be a vexation or a source of (di)stress.

Here is my current song cycle:

1. Stars -- Heart

2. Stars -- Look Up

3. Britney Spears -- Toxic

4. The Darkness -- I Believe In a Thing Called Love

5. The Darkness -- Friday Night

I told Spivy that I was listening to that third one and he just got MEAN and pissed that I would listen to such trash! but I have said so before and I will say it again: I am a shameless pop hussy. I don't look it, but I am. And I AM NOT ASHAMED!

Start work tomorrow. I'm starting to think that a job wasn't the greatest idea, but I am determined to commit and utilize my time more efficiently from now on.

I didn't eat breakfast nor dinner today. This is actually a good thing, because for lunch I had a burrito from Moe's. That thing was MASSIVE and I had managed to shovel down 2/3 of it and I was more than full but there was only a little bit left and I didnt want to have to take it back with me so I just kept nibbling and nibbling and finally I finished. For about an hour afterward I was dying, the thing I wanted most in the world for that good hour was for someone to operate on me and cut open my stomach and that that mo-fo out. It wasn't until a little while ago that started feeling normal, still not hungry though.

Okay, starting tomorrow, things are going to change:

-no sitting for hours on end in front of the computer

-no getting up past noon

-no letting the recycling pile up till it blocks the door way

-no falling behind in class

-no missing class

-no missing homework assignments

-no more waffle fries from Chic Fil A

-more hand washing in general

-more keeping room clean

-more laundry

-more cooking for self

-more deposits into checking acct.

-more running

I can do this. I can lead a normal life. A regular life, versus a college life.

I just realized, I have 306 pages to read by Tues. (i.e. 306 pages to read tomorrow night). It's a memoir though, and those are always fun. Shan't take me more than 3.5 hours.

And apparently, my mother might be coming next weekend?