Thursday, Sept. 19, 2002

If I hear my teacher say "clitoris" one more time I think I am going to bust a gasket.

If I hear my teacher say "clitoris" one more time I think I am going to bust a gasket.

Yep, so here I am sitting in my library's computer lab. And what am I doing? Well duh an entry. What am I supposed to be doing? My Diversity In Journlism homework that was due on Tuesday. Yep, I procrastinated so long that it wasn't even turned in on time, and then to where it is still not going 2 days later. Yep its all going down hill and I haven't even been in school for a month yet.

I have already missed one day of every class. I made a point of that since Tuesday I was sick and only went to my first class and since today I didn't want to go to my first class so I just missed it. Ok blah blah blah uninteresting I know.

I wished I had more interesting stuff to put up but most unfortuntely I do not.

My Human Sexuality course is fun though. After my little encounter on Sunday night I think I appreciate it more. I listen more attentively and stuff.

But if I hear my teacher say "clitoris" one more time I think I am going to bust a gasket. That class is so much fun and she's not afraid to say things.

I think I just wanted to do a bullshit entry to get what I said a few days ago off the page. After reading it I sounded like an idiot and I can see why no one responded to it. I've been thinking a lot about it, and I am trying to not like him after it happened. If you don't know what I am talking about read the previous entry. But it is hard you know? I hate growing up.