The other day I was introduced to this girl at work and I'm ashamed to say I secretly jumped with glee when I saw that she was shorter than me, as in, 4'4" or so. She was proportional, but short. Her feet were probably size 3 in kids. If I feel shitty about my height, I wonder how she feels about hers.

The first thing I said to her was "I'm taller than you!" which, really? Should I add "I'm an asshole" after that as well because that was what I thought right after I commented on her/our height. I'm thinking maybe I should apologize to her.

Wicked was absolutely wicked. The theatre was plain and boring on the outside, but the inside was a magnificent sight, like a castle from Cinderella. There was a large, but rather cute dragon at the top of the stage that breathes smoke and moves back and forth at the beginning of the show. The tickets were a bit expensive, but the show was amazing. I was completely awed and that's saying a lot considering I don't care much for musicals. The cast had mad singing skills and Glenda was all sorts of funny. I definitely think they are a lot better than Hollywood movie stars.

Right after finals, I got food poisoning, then heartburn, then I was so busy packing up the stuff in my room, so I'm sorry to everyone I've avoided these last few days.

I have come to the conclusion that I have too much stuff. My books take up three storage containers. Two of them are full of school books, which I wish I could dump, but I keep on thinking of all the money I spent on them, so now they're sitting here taking up space. Once I finish school, I think it'll be time for them to go. I can't imagine needing a differential equations book later on in life. Two containers are full of school work from my college classes. Like the books, I think I'll recycle them once I'm out of school.

I'm giving away a few of my clothes. There seems to be no reason to keep them considering I only wear about a quarter of it. I have also made up my mind to get rid of my bed. I had a queen-sized bed because I like to roll around, and as my cats tend to sleep on the bed at random places, having a large bed gives me more room to sleep on. However, if I get rid of the bed entirely, there's more room on the floor for me to sleep.

Now I'm sleeping on the floor because all my stuff is out of my room. It's so roomy in here for such a small place. My cats seem to favor the idea of sleeping on the floor more than on a bed. I hope when I move back into this room, there will be space to put all my containers and the room will look neater than before (since I plan on keeping everything in a container).

Damn it. I cannot stand using my PC anymore. Viruses, viruses, viruses. The moment I get on the internet, I'm infected and my whole computer slows down. What does it take to make the computer spend 5 minutes opening "My Computer?" Why, that would be viruses. Like I don't have enough to deal with already when it comes to this computer. Why the hell does it take 4 hours to scan for viruses? I have 40 gb of stuff on this thing only.

I love this computer. It's been through a lot with me and I sold my soul to buy it, but it has become almost useless to me as of right now. I turn it on for about 15 minutes maximum, once every month. It takes 5 minutes to start up, 1 minute to get a virus, and 8 minutes to load/run programs/internet. The other 1 minute is actually is me doing something that the other 14 minutes took to load (ie. spend 1 minute reading my email and the other 14 minutes is spent waiting for the computer to load).

It makes me want to bang my head over the keyboard and kill it with a spoon.

I caved and ate four cherries after I brushed my teeth and was ready for bed, and as I am anal as hell when it comes to clean teeth and fresh breath, I will have to brush my teeth yet again.

I'm not as excited about the new Wolverine movie as I should be. There's something so dreary about it (from what I've seen of the trailer) that I just.can't.deal. I think it might just be due to me setting my iPod screen to the lowest brightness setting so the trailer actually looks darker than it should. Whatever it is, it's ruining the movie for me. What's worse is that Harry Potter looks like shit.

On the other hand, I can't wait for Star Trek. I haven't been much of a fan of Kirk as I haven't seen much of that series, but I think I've seen almost every episode of The Next Generation and Voyager years ago. I wish there was a movie about the Voyager crew. I do love them, except for Seven of Nine, who always makes me want to bitch slap something.

Last night, I dreamt of Damian Lewis and Ron Livingston from Band of Brothers. This makes me want to rewatch BoB all over again. It'll only be the 30th time I've seen that series ... but I can't say that I've seen it more than Master and Commander, which I've seen probably 50 times. I'm that lame.

I wish I wasn't so distracted all the time. In one minute I'm deciding I should do homework and the next I'm abandoning the thought for a play date with Calvin. The thought that I'm never going to get my Flash project done is creeping into my head, and sooner or later, it's going to turn into a big monster of a nightmare and scare the shit out of me in the middle of the night.

Calvin has constantly been an attention whore, meowing every five minutes or so demanding I pet him and play catch with him. At this point, I can't decide if I should be annoyed or honored that he loves me enough to want my attention. Sometimes I end up having to carry him on one shoulder while doing my work with my other arm.

Richard put his foot down and scolded us today about the presentation of our homework and putting in the effort to do it. He said he's going to grade harder now and that we're too old to not be able to follow simple directions. Pretty much no more Mr Nice Guy. I think he does this every month or so, which he seems to be getting tired of doing. I don't blame him, considering he's been lenient with us so we've been slacking off in his class. He's frustrated with us, I'm sure. Angry? Maybe not. I can't imagine Richard ever being angry, but he seemed to be chewing us out like rats with dead bodies. Dramatic comparison, I know, but I've always been known for being dramatic. Mostly bad dramatization. I was glad my homework made an improvement since the last time he saw it. Anything but "BURN IT" would be a good reaction from him at this point.

I haven't gotten Gwen to sign my graduation petition yet and I'm starting to panic. I know I should have done it a long time ago, but as always, I'm procrastinating when I shouldn't. Now I'm stressing out over it. It's due next Thursday and that may seem like a long time to get it in, but I have to get Gwen to sign it and she's not the most available person in the world. I have no idea how long it'll take her to get back to me, but if it ends badly, I won't be graduating with the rest of my class. I should just accept it now instead of worrying about it too much. Stressing doesn't seem to help the situation.

I made a song mix in Garage Band. I am so proud of myself even though I didn't play the instruments. I just put the music together.