I can't sleep! I was sleeping...sort of...but then there was a puking incident. Not me. I will not say who to protect their..whatever. Right to puke without being told on. But now I can't sleep. And I kinda have to pee. But I'm far too lazy to actually get up.

And now Philippe took my sleeping place and I kinda want to go back to sleep. Stupid Philippe. But not really 'cause he's a very nice person and a very good friend. And he's also my ride tomorrow, so I guess him sleeping is probably a good thing.

I got a job at Painting the Plates. Yay! Everybody love me. Please?

I borrowed Zoe(y?)'s (Linda's roommate) shirt to go out tonight. It was pretty. I unfortunately got it all sweaty. Oh yes, and I had to borrow Linda's bikini top to wear under it because bras don't fit me like they should sometimes. Boo.

I had lots and lots of fun tonight, but I still miss Matt and want to go see him right now. Just thought I'd throw that in there.

I also want my laptop back. And for my room to be clean. And that I had a place to sleep now. I'm tired. Rar.

I'm at Rutgers! Everybody's drunk except for me!! Hee hee hee. I had like 3/4 of a cup of punch. It wasn't that great tasting. But then they made more and it was different and tasted much better but I only got a sip. And then Linda was supposed to give me the rest of her's 'cause she was already crazy drunk but she gave it to Miles by accident. Oh well.

Philippe and Miles ran off somewhere and I don't know where. Hope they're okay. Philippe is insanely drunk. It's fucking hilarious. I was sitting on the bed a little while ago and he was sitting across the room and suddenly he looks at me and is like "Whoa...wait..is that Robin?!" and we're all like "Yeeesss" and then he goes "Oh shit, man, I never said hi to you, I'm so bad!" and then I go "Yes you did....like four hours ago...when you first walked in" and Linda was like "You spent all night with her, Philippe" and he acted really surprised. Silly silly Philippe. There was also an ice throwing incident, but we stopped it.

G/g Philippe needs computer bye.

Okay this:



is a picture of Ryan Seacrest, which, who cares? But check out the chick in the back left.

Damn. Caught picking your nose at the Golden Globes. And behind Ryan Seacrest, to boot. That's just sad.

Ever wonder if I have too much time on my hands? I know I do.

My frosted mini-wheats have too much wheat and not enough frosted.

Baerclaw00 (4:27:29 PM): fine
TypicalBrunette (4:27:37 PM): fiiiiiine
Baerclaw00 (4:28:02 PM): like whatever
TypicalBrunette (4:28:12 PM): as if whatever get the picture
TypicalBrunette (4:28:15 PM): i can't remember the rest
Baerclaw00 (4:28:23 PM): like duh
TypicalBrunette (4:28:25 PM): i used to know the dance they do in clueless, did you know that?
Baerclaw00 (4:28:32 PM): i think you told me that once
TypicalBrunette (4:28:33 PM): and i used to do it with my friend at camp
Baerclaw00 (4:28:36 PM): but i never knew that dance
TypicalBrunette (4:28:36 PM): my GIRL friend
TypicalBrunette (4:28:41 PM): like little 11 year old lesbians
TypicalBrunette (4:28:45 PM): aw, i miss her
Baerclaw00 (4:28:50 PM): mmmm
Baerclaw00 (4:28:51 PM): wait
TypicalBrunette (4:28:52 PM): hehe
Baerclaw00 (4:28:53 PM): gross

The other day I went to the Bagel Chateau and was truly disgusted by some people. One of them women who works there was talking to this guy who was waiting for his food. She was telling him how she wanted to be a teacher in Millburn or Livingston. The guy asked where she lived and she said Union and he said, "Oh yeah, you don't want to teach there, that's becoming like another Maplewood or South Orange."

So my first thought was like "What is THAT supposed to mean? What's wrong with Maplewood and South Orange?"

The women said, "Yeah, my sister goes to Union High and I'm like scared for her life."

Huh?

Then the guy said the most disgusting thing, "Yeah, all those Italian and Jewish and Irish families that used to live around there....they're gone..."

Excuse me?! So what you mean is it's becoming a bad place because BLACK PEOPLE live there?!

I was so disgusted. I should have said something to them, but I wimped out.

Thinking about it now still makes my skin crawl. Jesus Christ. I've never actually heard someone talk like that in my own town. Let alone in a resturant I've been going to for years. It's completely disgusting. And gross. And wrong. And if you don't like living in a diverse community, then get the fuck out, because we don't want you or your stupid white flight racist stereotypical bullshit.

At least I don't want it. I love living in Maplewood. It's a nice town. It's beautiful, it's near the city, and it's got lots of different kinds of people who are all pretty cool. And I say if you can afford to live here 'cause lord knows it ain't cheap, but if you can afford to live here then go ahead. Why should you not want to live someplace like this? It's nice. And if you want to live here, and you can, than more power to you.

Argh. I hate racist bastards. They make me sick.

My parents went to Atlantic City overnight to celebrate my dad's birthday. For some reason, when I have the house to myself I don't sleep. Like more than usual. I can't get myself to climb into bed and turn all the lights out and shut my eyes and rest. It's weird and annoying.

I've also decided I should have some kind of self-proclaimed bed time for nights that I have class the next day. 'Cause then I can wake up in enough time to shower and eat and not have to run out of the house all crazy and forget things and then speed like mad and try not to hit trucks. Plus it'd be good, 'cause...sleep is good.

I took a ghetto bubble bath last night. I used body wash to make the bubbles. But bubble baths are nice. Except that my bathtub is a lot smaller than I remember it. Probably because I switched to showers from baths like ten years ago or something so I was a lot smaller the last time I took a bath. I just spent like five minutes trying to make that sentence not sound like I hadn't washed myself since I was 9.

So like I was saying. Sleep is good. My grandmother has called me at least 11 times today...and I'm not exaggerating. I made the mistake of giving her my cell number which she called like twice this morning while I was trying to sleep. And the real phone like four times. I could have ran to answer it, but I decided to just ignore it 'cause when I answer it and I was asleep she makes it sound like it's my fault she woke me up. "Oh, I thought you'd be up and ready to go by now." Um, no, because it's 10:30 in the morning and I have a day off. And I'm 18 and not 83 so I actually sleep later than 6:30 in the morning.

Now I'm just grumpy. And I have to go make my house look nice for my dad's bday. Adios.

Thank the Lord I left Ohio.

Ohio to Pass Gay Marriage Ban

And in case any one has any questions about my political standpoint:

You can't spell Bullshit without Bush.

So last night I woke up a couple of times and got up to go to the bathroom and both times I got up I had the hiccups. It was the weirdest thing.

And now....

I can't. stop. burping.

And nobody even slammed my head in a car door. Have you heard Miles tell that story? Seriously, that is like the funniest story of all time. But just because it's Miles. And only when he tells it. I miss him, too.

So anyway, since I can't stop burping OBVIOUSLY I'm not gonna try sleeping. Heh. Yeah. That's why I'm not going to bed. Bad Robin.

I had my first day of classes! Excitement galore.

Actually, let me start off with last night. See, I keep having really weird dreams. I have no idea why. They're always kinda scary, yet cool, like a really good sci-fi show. Except then I wake up and go "WTF?!" and ask my mom weird questions to make sure that things that happened in my dream aren't real. Like whether or not there are actually mice that jump out of eggs when you crack them open and you have to smack them over the head with a spoon so that they don't attack you.

Yeah. Like that.

So last night Eliza Dushku came after me with a scalpel. Except she was Faith from Buffy. And she was nuts. And she had murdered my cousin. But my cousin was asian. Maybe. I think.

Actually, these weird dreams all sort of relate to things I was thinking about or saw before I went to bed. I read an article in TV Guide about Eliza Dushku playing a mortician or something. Freaky. And before that Josh had told me about a mouse he caught in his dorm. And that night when I was going to sleep I was hungry and wanted some eggs.

Anyway, so that woke me up at like 6 in the morning. Which sucked 'cause I'd only been asleep for like three hours. So then I tried going back to sleep. But...I suddenly had this really bad stomach ache. Because the heat was on too high and I had been under big blankets all night and was now crazy dehydrated. Rar. So that kept me up for maybe another two hours sipping water and watching the Today show and hugging my teddy bear. Aw...soft snuggly teddy bear. His name is Teddy. Original, no?

I got my ass out of the house around 12 and was only a couple of minutes late to my first class (and that was only 'cause CCM is designed worse than CHS...seriously). It's a web design class. My teacher is this awesome black lady who's like "I know I didn't just hear a cell phone...". Hope that class will be fun.

Then there was Psych. So, at first I was in this classroom and there were so many kids in it that there weren't enough seats. Then this really cool big bald guy walks in with a cup of yogurt and he's the teacher and he's all funny and cool, but tells us the class is too big and we're being split in two. So of course, I didn't get the cool bald guy. I got the very quiet woman teacher who made us interview each other and then sit in a circle. Ah well. Met a cool guy named Will who decided he wants to be a State Trooper after seeing Super Troopers. Apparently, he also had a syrup chugging contest with his friends. But that's not such a good idea.

Finally..photography. The teacher seems like a pretty funny guy, although the class itself might be kinda boring. Ah well, it's only once a week. Whatever.

PS The photography teacher said, "Don't take pictures of your pets. Or of kids. Because I'll fail you. And clowns kinda scare me, so don't take pictures of them either..." so I just had to ask, "What's there left to take pictures of?" Hmm...we shall see....heheh. Yes, I know, lots to take pictures of. But no kitty pictures. Oh well.

Now I'm going to go try sleeping. And hopefully stop burping.

My dad made me tea. And it was just right. So I guess he's not an inconsiderate bastard. And neither is my mom. I feel bad for being so grumpy. Bad me.

Must pick up mug from painting the plates tomorrow and give it to my Mommy. It's her very late Hannukah present. I hope it came out alright. I hope she likes it.

I miss Matt.

My parents are inconsiderate bastards today.

I want to go punch something. A lot. And cry. Because people are assholes.

RAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TypicalBrunette (7:58:16 PM): ARGH
F0oL f0r YoU (7:58:19 PM): ..explain?
F0oL f0r YoU (7:58:24 PM): and.. relax?
TypicalBrunette (7:58:30 PM): DON'T TELL ME TO RELAX
TypicalBrunette (7:58:45 PM): THAT'S THE WORST THING ANYONE COULD SAY TO SOMEONE IN THIS BAD A MOOD
F0oL f0r YoU (8:00:20 PM): now you know how i feel when people tell me to relax all the fucking time
TypicalBrunette (8:01:37 PM): my mother decided to give me directions home from ccm, except she gave them by memory instead of looking them up, so she just wrote "get off at the exit that says blah blah blah" except that that exit doesn't exist, so i drove down 287 south all the way to PERTH AMBOY and then when i call my mother she's like "oh, it's just one exit" and i'd gone 25 or something, plus i hadn't eaten all day and i'm completely exhausted. then i finally get home TWO HOURS after i left randolph, and my dad calls me to pick him up so i get back in the fucking stupid car and go and get him and he says he has to go to drug fair, so i take him to stupid drug fair where he then accuses me of driving recklessly 'cause i was going FUCKING FIVE MILES OVER THE SPEED LIMIT. that's NOT reckless. THAT'S DRIVING. he just drives like a fucking old man and goes fucking 55 on the fucking INTERSTATE.
TypicalBrunette (8:02:02 PM): and this is not the first time my mother has given me fucked up directions
TypicalBrunette (8:02:10 PM): she once told me to go to a made up street
TypicalBrunette (8:02:23 PM): and when i told her the street didn't exist she's like "it's at the bottom of the big hill"
TypicalBrunette (8:02:38 PM): we live in a fucking VALLEY for gods sake! EVERYTHING'S A FUCKING BIG HILL!

Don't mess with me right now. I will shove a big pointy stick up your ass.

Seriously.

PS Why does nobody call me about special dance? Bah.

I wish I had big huge picture windows so I could sit and watch the pretty snow.

Um...why's it not showing up?

I got a hot new messenger bag today. It is Fossil. And leather. And therefore much too much money to spend on a bag. Especially if you're a poor little college student.

I'll justify it with the fact that I have not bought clothes for myself since November. And that I probably won't buy clothes for myself for awhile. Because I am a cheap bastard.

Guess what? I not only don't have classes on Fridays...I don't have them on Mondays either. That is ultra crazy sexy. That means I can easily visit places, too. Hooray!

I have insane Tuesday's, though. I have three classes from 12:50 to 6:15 with no breaks. And one class ends at 2:30 while another class (in a different building, mind you) starts at 2:30. Um...uh oh. Lets hope that one works out.

So this is all the stuff I need to do this week:

1. Try and get a debit card for my bank account here. I don't want a credit card at the moment because they scare me and I don't really need one.
2. Close my account back in Ohio. Get money. Mm...money.
3. Deal with the credit card Ohio sent me AFTER I was back home. Morons.
4. Look for a job.
- Art place in town
- Paintin' the Plates
- Bookstore in Town
- Livingston Mall
- Wherever else I can think of...(suggestions are welcome here, guys!)
5. Get whatever books I may need for my classes.
6. Pick up mug from Paintin' the Plates.
7. Get Dad birthday and/or Hannukah present. I'm real late, ain't I?

Can't think of anything else at the moment. Tell me if I'm missing anything.

I've washed my hair 6 times in the past two days (in the course of 2 showers...not 6...I'm not that crazy). Want this red hair to go away. It may be pretty, but I miss my brown hair.

I am very scared to grow up.

And I do a very bad job at being brave sometimes.

And I really really try but sometimes I can't help but think that I'm doomed to be too terrified to grow up and have a life and do the things I want to do.

But usually that's after I haven't been able to sleep all night. Like tonight. And then because I can't sleep I end up watching really depressing anime on Cartoon Network. And then I'm so tired and blah feeling that I actually start crying when a cartoon character on a show I've seen twice dies. And then I change the channel and it's the end of Beaches which makes me cry more, even though I've never eve seen all of Beaches and it looks really stupid, but I changed right to the part where some lady dies and then I started crying more and then she had a kid and I cried even more. And then I was just crying out of frustration at being tired and still feeling crappy from this weirdo cold that won't let me get a decent nights sleep (wait, when was the last time I had one of those?) and then I am just crying for the hell of it and feeling lonely, which is silly, because my mom and dad are right next door and my cat is running around like a maniac and I was just talking to a bunch of people. And then I tried to write a letter to Matt, but couldn't concentrate and wrote something weird about making cookies..or not making cookies..and then was just lonlier 'cause it made me miss him (more). And my headache isn't any better. Stupid sinuses that apparently aren't infected but still hurt like a bitch all the time and then make me feel all uncomfortable all over and so I can't sleep. Argh. So I think I need some sleep. And then a hug. And then I think...I hope...I'll be okay again.

And I hate my hair. That is all.

Okay, so you know that show Yu-Gi-Oh? Anytime I see the name of that show written anywhere, I end up wanting to say "Yu-Gi-Oh!" (yeah, they put the ! in there when they write it) like "Ru-fi-OOOOOO!!!"

Hook rocks, man.

I had a weird dream that kept repeating about going through a thing and gathering keys, but you had to do it in the right order at the right time. It was kinda a cool dream.

Now I need cereal. Bye bye.

I have red hair!!! But I am still TypicalBrunette because I am a brunette at heart always and because that SN is the shiznit. So don't start on me about how I'll have to change my SN.

I'm not sure how I feel about the hair. I think it's a tad too dark at the moment. It's very auburn-y. Maybe Mari will put highlights in it for me.

But whatever, it's still cool 'cause I actually dyed my hair and wow I dyed my hair!

I called Matt and then I even got to talk to his friend and his friends at school are so nice and cool! Woohoo!

I also registered for classes today. Yesterday. Whatever. I'm taking Psych, Creative Writing, Photography, and some Internet thingy. Yum. Classes start the 20th. I should see about getting a parking pass. Did I also mention that I have no classes on Friday? Sexy, no?

Holy crap, I'm missing Adult Swim!! Ahh!!!!

So the thing that sucks about being at home is that my parents are starting to be anal retentive....actually, they started that awhile ago, now they're just getting into the full swing of it.

I went out for like half an hour to drug fair and got home to my dad going "Where were you?! No one knew where you were! I've been calling your phone since 5!!"

Completely obnoxious, because:

1. I was on the highway from 5 to 6 trying to find my way back from CCM 'cause I got forced off the highway in Clinton.
2. I got home at 6:15, talked to Mom, went out again for like half an hour.
3. What the fuck, I'm a grown up, leave me alone, do I make you leave a note when you're going out? No. And do you EVER answer your phone when I call? No. Because you're hard of hearing and refuse to admit it. And do you ever tell me stuff like you're working late or whatever, no, and I don't call you up being like "Where the fuck are you?!?"

He's just grumpy 'cause he had to walk home and he's lazy. Psha. As I've said many times, my dad could do with walking now and then. Lazy.

Sooooo....

Last night I took two blue pills and then a mirror melted all over me and I woke up bald in a vat of jello...

Wait. Maybe that was the red pill.

In reality, I took sinus medicine. But they were blue pills and it made me giggle. And then fall asleep so Matt called me at about 2 in the morning and was all like "You're sleeping, whaaaatt?!?!?!"

Yeah, also, in the Matrix, didn't the red pill look like a dayquill gelcap?

There's a guy upstairs drilling holes in my wall. Hooray for cable installation. Although when he first walked in, I thought he was a bit sketchy 'cause he hadn't called to say he was coming and he was twenty minutes early and he has a crazy ghetto van. But he's puttin' the cable in. So I think he's cool.

I hope.

I'm sleepy! I made the mistake of falling asleep on the couch and therefore was subjected to the wrath of mom waking me up way too much. But whatever.

Much to do, much to do....gotta go register for classes....soon...when the guy leaves...and after I have a nap....mm...sleepy....

Yeah...and Mike has a picture of my butt...um...I'm not so sure how comfortable I am with that...

I hate how cold it gets in my house at night. It makes me want to go put on my sweat pants and a sweat shirt and thermal socks...hmm...not a bad idea....although my hands would still be cold...eep...

Went to Mike's tonight. Lotsa fun! Played Mario Cart..also lotsa fun...especially when I don't get kicked off the controller 'cause I suck. And I didn't suck tonight. Whee!!

I get to go visit Matt for Valentine's Day! Yay!!!

QotD:

Robin: "Yummy, yummy, yummy..."
Mike: "I've got love in my tummy."
Matt: "Only if you swallow."

Well, my friends, I have returned. I'm done with OU, and all I can say is good riddance. If I spelled that right. Whatever.

I will miss some people, like Suzy and Ashley and Emily. You probably have never heard of these people. But they're nice and cool.

Some people, however...well, when I was leaving...okay, I wouldn't say they were rude exactly, just...impolite. I was leaving and a few people I knew where sitting in the common room. Two of which I knew pretty well....one of which was my roommate....so I said to them, "Okay guys, I'm going. Bye!" and waiting a second for them to respond.

These people didn't even get up from their chairs. There was no hugs. No "good luck". I got "Okay, bye."

So I tried again, "Stay in touch, you know? Lemme know how the parties are and....(about this time they were still just looking at me blankly)..yeah...bye...". They were still all sitting down. And looking at me awkwardly. So I walked out of the room. And on my way out the door heard one of the girls start to speak, "Yeah, so anyway..."

And I couldn't help but think, "Thanks for the reminder of why I'm leaving".

And I am VERY happy to be home.

PS I learned how to drive on the highway. Yay!

Yo, why is the narrator for the "Thug Nation" CD commercial a white guy? Seriously, he said "balleRRRRR".

I secretely want to be a rock star. No joke. My secret never-gonna-happen ambition is to sing in a band. If I didn't have this incapacitating fear of singing in front of people, I'd soooo go for it.

P.S. Mari made Linda and I some rockin' slut shirts, they are the shizznet.