side affects they don't advertise.

I just read a little bit of a blog dedicated to the television show "Coach". I don't know why I think this is odd, maybe I should start a blog dedicated to "Different Strokes". One summer I watched that show every night on Nick at Night, I would always sing a long to the theme song. Shows what a life I had. haha.

Currently I have a headache and am frustrated with a few things.

(1) I am working on an assigment that really shouldn't be that hard, but I have somehow managed to make it difficult. It's just a reading reflection on two chapters and a reading. No big deal right? Well I am stressed out because I volunteered to be our disscussion group leader first and I feel the need to really sound smart..or something. I just need to come up with six questions based on Bloom's Taxonomy and I'm having problems. Maybe I'm just trying to hard. I'm a frustrated none the less. I feel like the dumbest person in the world sometimes.

(2) My friend Jake. He really made me angry tonight. It's really just been building up, tonight just made me recognize the fact that he is upsetting me. Okay whatever, we kissed. Big deal. I just need to figure things out, which I did. I am not interested in him in that way, I really enjoy being his friend and that' strictly all. It just seems like ever since he realized that our friendship wasn't going in a romantic direction he has stopped wanting to hang with me. Oh wait, he calls me everyday so we can study in the library. Whatever happened to going to Powell's, watching movies, and playing the Wii? No more fun stuff. Just studying. On top of that, he go kind of cross with me tonight. I was telling him how someone had hurt my feelings, and he just said "Welcome to reality, I'm tired of listening to you complain." KEEP IN MIND....that I have sat and listened to him talk, and talk, and talk, about his ex girlfriend and his relationship with his parents. I don't mind doing that, in fact I enjoy it. I like being there for people, but damn it, when I just want a little bit of "yeah, they were mean", he can't give me that! I don't even complain about much either, I am always miss happy go lucky, the only place I really complain and get all dramatic and depressed is this blog! It's my outlet and nobody I know reads it so I can say anything I want.

It just upsets me that as soon as he figured out we weren't going to date he got wierd. He needs to get over that, that has been happening to me for years, I'm the "friend" girl. Deal with it. Hmmpth.

(3) The fact that I am not sleeping well, and haven't been since I moved. I miss my bed at home. That bed is the most comfortable bed in the world, and I dare some one to tell me different.

(4) Valentine's Day. It's not because I don't have a boyfriend, because I never have. I don't see it as a holiday just for people in looooove. I see it as a holiday in which you spend time with the people you love. I'm just sad because this year I won't have my family or my best friends either. I'm just a little sad that I really will be sitting alone and watching a movie. It could be worse, I need to remember that.

(5) My puncuation grammer seems to be getting worse. I don't think it's my imagination either. I need to go back to the basics. I need to read more for fun, I just get so burnt out on reading about weather and climate change.

(6) I need a job and I'm not trying very hard to get one. I can see this being a very awful thing. Tomorrow, I am forcing myself. I miss working.

I think I'm going to Powell's and get some books. I love that place. Last time I was there, there was this dream boat of a boy at the table across from me, we had a movie moment...actually I probably imagined that, I have a wild imagination sometimes. A very wild one.

Two burning questions.

(1) If a person gets a mullet and the party is in the back, wouldn't they have to walk backwards all the time, because that's where the party's at? Just an observation.

(2) I wonder if the Boxcar Children ate s'mores. I hope for Benny's sake they did.

It's roughly 12:15 am and I need to get up in 6 hours and 45 minutes.

Even though Conor Oberst seems a bit depressed, I bet we'd be friends.