Where to start today. Boring Data Comm class, like usual. Intro to Multimedia served only to infuriate me more with Macs. I've always made fun of them to a point, but said they were good for certain things. I hope those things I was talking about come around soon. That let out early, so I had some time to kill before my Volleyball class. Except, oh yeah, I still don't have "proper attire" for the gymnasium. I check Target for some gym shorts. I did find cheap gym pants (the kind that go 'whiff,whiff,whiff' whenever you move). It's not what I'm looking for, but I may have to settle for it. After running out of stores to check (which was only Target), I went to Best Buy to see if they had any Husker Du cds. They did not. Two Hum cds, though. I don't know why they carry those. I mean, of all places. Oh well. No new cd today.

So, onward to lifegetting. I don't know what's going on there. Whenever I actually try to do things like this, I try to think of what the outcome will be, entirely overlooking the process of getting there. The problem is, I'm horrible at projecting my own future. I still try to do it, it's just rare that I envision anything at all. In this case, I got nothing. I don't know why I'm so bad at it. I don't know if I was good at it at one point and then it just stopped. I know when I was a kid, I never thought I'd live this long. Not that I'd die of some horrible disease or anything, it just seemed intangible. There were things that I did and there were things that other people did, whether in real life or on tv or what have you. As if everyone had their role and that's just the way things were. Growing older and changing roles just didn't make sense. That's sort of the ideology I had as a kid. I'm not sure at what point I realized it wouldn't work. After that point, I don't know if I ever came up with a new way of looking at things. I can't think of one, at least. I can get a few different ideas, but nothing seems to be 'correct'. Oh well.

There's this magazine (if you want to call it that) that gets put out on my campus called Gracies Dinnertime Theatre. It's not sponsered officially by the school, so they need people to help out with it. It also means they can publish whatever they want. I'll probably go check them out tomorrow. At the very least, it'll get me to leave the apartment.

I'd like for this to be longer, but I don't have anything else to write about. Oh, there is one thing. I was driving back from my CG I class, and I'm waiting at the exit to make a left. There was a break in traffic, three cars were turning in, and I was getting ready to accelerate. Then, the guy driving the last car gives me a look and raises his beer bottle in a toast like manner as he's turning. To reiterate, the guy is driving the car and then tilts his bottle of beer at me. All in plain site. I mean, drinking and then driving is one thing. Even drinking while driving. But he had the bottle in hand and was toasting people as he was driving by them. It was a truly bizzare thing to see. Okay, that's all.