An Untitled Plea

Nearly a month since I posted last, and both a lot and a little has happened to me. School's moseying along, I suppose. Finals are at the end of the month, which means I'm suffering from Idon'tcarejustgivemethedamnedtestsandI'lltakewhatevergradeIget-itis. Excuse my French, all you sensitive to that sort of deal.

Yes, I'm really quite frustrated right now. My car died. Normally, I'd say it blew up, but that would be belied by the underwhelming manner in which my car decided to thwart my Cali plans. No, my car still runs, technically. Not legally, in the strictest sense (though that idea was abandoned when that guy took off my driver's side mirror), since it now either can't shift from second to third, or it can't shift except between first and reverse. Probably the former. I'm no mechanic.

I've begun to take notice of this odd thing I have going for/against me.... I frequently have a scowl on as I walk down the campus halls, apparently. I mean, I knew I had a hard-set face most of the time, but a certain little sister of mine gave me the impression I might be a tad on the standoffish side.

But, aside from that is this seemingly impenetrable barrier between me and any girl I think is particularly nice and attractive. I've been on stage, I've made a clown of myself in front of hundreds of people! Heck, I've paraded down the streets of cities around Utah in a plaid skirt wearing a gargantuan drum! Somehow, I can't go up to someone and say, "Hi, how are you?" It's too much! Very aggrivating....

Anyway, I'm sure I'll have more to complain about later, but I thought I should at least make an effort to keep this blog thing going. Remember, real friends comment on their friends' blogs.