I am the one all of my friends complain to, which leaves me no one to complain to. So I'm afraid you all will be my victims on occasion.

This is one of those occasions.


Let's see...where to begin? My father thinks I am a liar. Perhaps I am, but not to the degree he believes. He thinks that I have the incredible ability to fabricate amazing (and yet believable) excuses at the speed of lightning for such things as going to the store to get eggs.

Did I mention that I was doing college stuff on the computer for 4.5 hours yesterday? Yeah...I didn't think so. Well, I was. I have been thinking. I do not think I want to go to BYU. The "excitement" (which was practically non-existant) has worn off. I don't get excited easily; it takes quite a lot, and my acceptance wasn't good enough.

I hate that you have to take so much stuff to get a Bachelor's degree. Tons of stuff that has little or no relevance to my major of choice. College, they always said, was when you could finally choose and only take the classes you wanted to. Bull. And yes, I'm being whiney and un-realistic.

My water bottle has disappered. Within the hour. This displeases me. I'm terribly vexed.

In general, I feel rather grumpy and depressed. It's been a lovely day. [/sarcasm]