Today was interesting. I got completely drenched walking between classes. Had to wring my hair out in the bathroom sink kind of drenched. My waterproof backpack still seeped water onto my notebooks kind of drenched. My clothes didn't dry out for many hours kind of drenched. I think you get the idea. I got one hour of sleep last night, which isn't good. Made me kinda cranky all day. Here's a question....why do people always come to me with their problems? I don't get that. Not that I mind....I just don't get why they'd talk to me of all people. I also don't understand why people trust me so quickly. I guess there's alot I just don't understand. I watched a Buffy ep tonight that I had never seen before, I'd forgotten that I'd missed it. It was great. I loved it. Got a major Buffy fix. I swear, Buffy is a drug. That show makes you high and wonky. It's a great rush. A close second to that is NASCAR. Nothing like watching a great race, while screaming at the tv, telling whoever's around Gordon to smash him good...along with other things. I've found that my writing has reached a low. Tried writing two stories...both were quickly scrapped for being crap. I must have writters block or something, and it's really getting to me. A few weeks ago I had all these great ideas, but never sat down to write them. Now they're all lost someplace. I want to write....but can't. That is not a good thing. What happens if when I finally get a job as a journalist, I get writer's block? No more job. Must learn how to get around said writer's block, or I'll end up broke living on the streets in a cardboard box. That. Would suck. I was going to go to sleep early tonight. That so didn't happen as you can see. For some reason, I just can't sleep. I am however, now going to contemplate all the crap that is floating about in my mind. Over and out.

They tell me all is fair in love and war, but what if you were never loved? What if the one thing that you loved, you lost prematurely? What if there was never war? What would the basis of struggeling be? However, this is Not the case with me. Right now, I am wishing that I had never known what it was like to be loved and have that love returned. Sometimes, there are points in a relationship, where it is time to call it quits, and there are times when we would all love to end it. But, if you stick to the one thing that you pride yourself on, and work that out, doesn't that make you more of a man or woman? I never could understand before, why my parents would stick together and work things out; (maybe it is just the make up sex? he he he) but now that I have fallen (pretty hard in fact) I know that whatever happens in my relationship, I want to fight. It seems logical right? Do I need to seek professional Help? See, there I go sounding like Faith, but hey, sometimes what she says makes sense.

So, here I go on my rampage. Today, I went to the cafe with my clique, and we were eating dinner and what not, and this cell phone/pager starts going off. I don't mind that they go off...But for Pete's sake...Could you please answer your phone? This thing went off for several minutes, stopped, and proceeded to go off again. I mean, if you don't want to be bothered by your phone while you are eating, turn it off. You have no idea how annoying it is to be eating something, trying to have a relaxing conversation, and someone's phone demands attention. If we were at my dinner table, my Dad would have picked up my phone and threw it across the room, not caring if it broke or not...and then he would proceed to tell me "why cell phones are more of a bother than help" ... Yeah, I got that speech several times. Well, for now, I am going to get my piano book and teach these fools how to play the paino...they gave me a headache...KC--out.

Know what I've discovered? When I talk to people when I'm upset, they figure I'm not really listening to them, and when I present the opposing point of view, they figure what they say will have no effect whatsoever. Thing is, that's highly untrue. I listen to everything they say, pay attention to it, and think about it. Just because I present a different view, doesn't mean what they say will have no effect, it actually has alot of effect since they're taking the time to present the opposing view. When I get upset and talk to people, I'm trying to figure things out from many angels. And the only way I can do that is to have people tell me the different sides.

It's 2am and I'm still up. Why? Who knows. I'm just nuts I guess. This is Faith, signing off.

So, it is Monday. A good monday, I suppose, but a monday none the less. I just found out that my tuition will rise nine percent for the year 2002-2003, thus causing an increase of $362.89 per year. It isn't that we are getting smaller classes, or better professors, but just the fact that IUP is now 3.8 Million dollars in debt. (I wonder where it is all going, MOST DEFINATELY NOT the technology systems here.) This is CRAP! I am outraged. Oh well, I'm done again.

So, as it is now later in the day, I made some very crutial decisions. They were all just and called for, I decided for one. (listen up now) to STOP trying to get scary girl back. If she opens her mouth again, she will have to deal with me... However the last person who told her to piss off, was arrested, because she didn't feel comfortable with him in the room...all he did was say the "f" word to her. I am now kinda thinking that she is highly lacking in the land of sanity. So, I will leave her alone. Two. (still listening???) I decided that I am a great person, and that I should show it... I am going to be nice and charming and sweet...that will get her goat. Three.. I am going to quit eating at the cafe. It is not worth the pain that my stomache goes through. well, that's all for now... I love the readers. he he he.

It seems KC is taking over my blog therefore I must post this to conteract her attack. hehe She may not be sick anymore, but I still unfortunetly am. But I did manage to drag my butt to class despite said illness. And the evil hell beat prof? Is being nice...so far...and not giving me crap for missing class, or screwing me over. But, we'll have to see what happens. I think she realized that I've been keeping up with the work despite not being in class. I went shopping with Elise last night....and I found...VERNERS!! It is the best ginger ale you will ever taste, if not the best drink you will ever taste. I grew up on this stuff in Ohio. It's hard to find and costs more, but man, is it worth it when you do find it. If you so much as sniff a bubble you'll end up coughing. It's great.

I added two more poems to the poem page. "Last House on the Road" actually can have a few literary interpretations, and can be analyzed. I'm so proud of myself. :) Maybe I'll be the next Plath, Alcott, or Wharton. (I think I spelled that right...) Oh, and contrary to KC's belief, there's not 10days of school left. She's smoking dope. There's 18 left. Hmm...what else...I'm thinking of more pages to put on here, but haven't solidified anything yet. Still brain storming.

Ok, today, is MONDAY!!!!!!!!!! We should all be so happy! Hrm... Nope, not happening here. Today, I worked with my psychology professor, on a test. It was kinda hard, I mean, I passed it with flying colours, and I am so proud of myself. I also went to Pechan Health Center this morning, and got a full (clean)bill of health! I am so glad! I was thinking last night, what would happen if I were still sick and contagious? I wouldn't be able to go home. It is official, Summer Session II ends in ten days here at IUP. It is kinda funny, because it doesn't even seem like I have been here for that long. This Fall, I will be living Fifth Floor (thank God!) Elkin, and my girl Faith will be living across campus! Oh man! I am going to loose so much weight walking to her place every day after class. (Wait, Can I lose anymore weight?) That, and I won't be able to be mean. I think I successfully annoyed EMFD (C), she doesn't appreciate the fact that we are saying mean stuff about scary girl. I suppose, that it stops now. I gotta be nice, I mean, the thought wouldbe worth it, but then, the consequenses would be so wrong. I know that what is on ths webpage, wait blog, is so mean, and should never be done, but I figure, I should write it and not do it, than do it, and not write it. he he he. Faith is my new partner in crime...however, we can't commit any crime. Oh Man! No, we are both nice girls, who yeah, I can't even say that. Oh well. I suppose that maybe something else, some other time. Well, right now, my stomache has actually jumped out from my person, and is beginning to crawl to the cafe by it's self. Oh Man! It is screaming "Feed Me!" down the hall, so I am going to go catch it, and put it back in, and let it's request be thought about. I'm outtie. LV. Kc

hey there again, guess who it is... he he he. So, right now, I am sitting in the lab, (because I can) and I am being annoyed by scary psycho girl. I mean, I should have listened to my conscience and done something darastic to her door and room last night...I mean, come on, How many times does one person have to say, "I dont' care!!!!!!!!!!"??? Oh man! well, she has successfully made my head hurt, so I am going to go back to my room...Oh man! I think My head is going to explode...I wonder what she would do if I taped her mouth shut?

So, here I am, sitting at Faith's computer, wondering what I should write for this blog entry. I'll let you know that you can tell it is me writing the entry when you see the colour redish brown. That is me. KC. Faith and I are really close, and it seems like I have known her forever. Really great girl she is. So, I was talking to Faith earlier this night, and we were talking about a couple of thingies, we were talking mainly of Scary girl. I was (yes, I am batman!) thinking of duct taping her door shut, but that is mean. I am really having a hard time wondering if I am just mean, and hateful, or If there is some type of niceness laying deep down somewhere. I am not sure. I was pondering what the best process would be..and I remembered this guy, ( I don't really remember if it was Mbb or MJS, but, some guy that I liked almost. shows how much b/f's I've ever had.)and they told me about putting shaving cream in a manilla folder, slide it under the door, knock. Wait until the person goes right to the door to open it, and Jump on it. Shaving cream would go every where!! (thus the basis of it's appeal) BUT, then I thought, shaving cream is easy to clean up!!! Use Baby powder. (so, you are asking me why I have baby powder in my room), but if you ever go to SYR during APRIL, go for a walk, just to talk, and maybe hold hands, you will know that SYR mud does not come off new Sketchers. So, they got wet, and started to smell. Quick solution? Baby powder. So, for that experiament, you need a balloon, and a manilla folder. I had the baby powder, but not the other items, that thought process was shot. And if you ever had a little sister or brother, (baby maybe??) you will know that no matter how many times you sweep and mop the floor, you still have traces of baby powder everywhere! he he he. I then thought about dumping water under her door. THat would be absolutely horrid! I mean water goes everywhere! This too is very appealing to me. HOWEVER, scary girl decided to tell Faith's parents that she sleeps on the floor. Oh man! Not only will I happen to ruin all of her personal belongings on her floor, but there is a chance that I will drown her as well, thus causing me to spend life in prison, with no chance of parole. NOT worth it! so that plan was shot down. That and My room Mate EMFD(C) decides to yell at me, telling me that it is "INHUMAINE" for someone to want to get someone back like that. Oh well... I personally think that she has the word mixed up with the meaning. oh well. So, it is now like five thirty in the morning, and I convinced Faith to finally eat something, one problem, because of the misuse of the game room, we have no microwave. EMFD(C)'s broke on the last day of our Spring semester, and we just have been to lazy to replace it, but now, Faith is eating room temperature Speghitti-o's and meat balls. YOU as a person do realize that the "meatballs" are not real meat right? yeah, it is really soy...how else do you think they can sell it in those cans and have it editable for you to eat right out of the can? he he he ...just a thought. So, now, I am at a breaking point, DO I just go to bed, or do I get the ultimate Revenge? Grrrrrrrrrrrrr I don't know. So, we talked about a lot, it is so amazing how well we clicked...We are now are talking about soy milk, and other soy products. You'd be surprised with the misconseption of soy products versus the real meat. AN hour later, I am still thinking that I am just going to bed. You see, I think that if I am mean to her, I stoop to her level...You all should meet this girl, she really is annoying. My pillows are calling me, but the powder is louder. (hey! that Rhymed!) "KaciaDia! KaciaDia!!! KaciaDia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) yup, the powder is definately louder. Muahaw Muahaw Muahaw. I win again! Peace out.

This is KC. I hate BLOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wrote this really nice page for you, and it was lost...I'll try this later, when I am more patient. Look for the colour redish brown, and you will know it is me. lv...kc