can you believe that i just got home from work and we close at 9:30? i work at starbucks and it was the shift from hell today. for no reason except that i had to close and it was boring. i was so bored i almost wanted to shave my head for something to do. and it took us over an hour to close, which is extremely stupid. if i was a shift supervisor i would order the last remaining customers to help me clean the store so we could get out of there on time. apparently no one else has thought of this.

i also registered for classes today. wanna know how many hours i'm taking this semester? 18. do you realize how insane that is? but what it comes down to is that i have to have at least one semester from hell sometime if i want to graduate on time. maybe i should start planning my funeral now. i guess the upside is that by the end of the semester i'll be able to speak in such grandiose theological terms that you'll think i'm talking about the nature of God's omnipotence when actually i'm talking about your mom. that will be a fine day indeed.

i also kind of tried to bend my front license plate back into shape on my car today. last week i was in omaha at Crane Coffee with Sarah, and as we were sitting outside talking about nothing in particular, a man approached us, pointed to my car, and asked if either of us owned it. i replied yes, to which he proceeded to tell me that he had run into my car... well, not actually the car... just the front license plate, and had bent it slightly. i assessed the damage, then determined it was not enough to make him pay for repairs, then continued in conversation with Sarah. it took me about five minutes to realize that my car was parked TOWARD THE BUILDING. in other words, there was no way that this man could have hit my car with his own unless he was bulldozing a few picnic tables. by the time i realized this the man had already left, and i was thoroughly perplexed. can you guess what happened? i bet you can't. you see, the man was riding his bicycle, and since my car sports that new chameleon body paint, he apparently DIDN'T SEE IT. do you know what this means? A GROWN MAN RAN INTO MY PARKED CAR ON HIS BICYCLE. and the new paint really works.

i think i'm going to go and work on my aforementioned decoupage project. i'm cutting out lots of magazine pictures and pasting them onto this wooden desk i have. all of the pictures are of people kissing. that's actually the theme of my new room. all the pictures on the walls are going to be of people kissing. jeanna, my old roommate says that i haven't kissed anyone in so long that the kissing theme is just an outlet for my sexual frustration. i, however, disagree. about the reason for the theme, that is... not about the length of time that has past since i've kissed or been kissed... it's true. it's been... count them... 1...2...3...4 YEARS since my lips have touched anyone else's. i don't even remember what it's like. i don't remember how to do it properly... although i'm not really planning on doing it anytime soon... it's like the longer that I go without it, the bigger deal it becomes, you know? anyways, the reason for my room having a kissing theme is just because kisses fascinate me. i like to watch people kiss... it's kind of like when you're at the mall and someone with an enormous head walks by and you just can't help but look. kind of like that......yeeaah... i'm gonna go.