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Thursday, January 1st, 2004
[Entry 13]
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girl would you quit this stallin...

I try often to clean up my MP3s. There's a lot I no longer listen to. Yet I can not bring myself to hit the "delete" key. Anyway, when I stumbled across Ginuwine's So Anxious I had to listen...LOL...totally brings back memories from my freshmen year of college.

I realized today that it is the first of January and I have no 2004 calendars. It only means one thing: 1/2 off calendar shopping! I like 75% off even better... but I hate how picked over the calendars are by then. I have no idea what I might purchase this year. I do not want a Britney calendar again. Hmmm...

I watched S.W.A.T. tonight. Only because my dad rented it and since he wanted to watch it, we couldn't watch the last Band of Brothers episode. I don't know if it was good because I hated it automatically because Colin Farrell was in it. It seems I can't enjoy movies he's in because I think he's a real sonofabitch.

So it really is the first day of 2004. LOL got nothing but love for 2004.

I have to start brushing up on my German. Even though I do not want to. The more I think about it, if I pulled off Java, I'll pull off German 3 (I took German 1, not German 2, this is where my fear lies). Man I hated Java. And what a waste...because I did not take anything from that class because I hear the word Java now, and I just shudder...and furthermore, I am not even in any sort of computer major. I guess thank goodness for General Motors scholarships...though I can't really say if GM paid for that class or if I paid for that class. Regardless, waste of money.

So February or March on the Pearl Jam Christmas single? That's what I'm thinking. It makes me laugh because it's not like the date of Christmas changes every year...

Oh! I had a dream two nights ago that I was at some party in a hotel. I don't remember who it was for...but it was birthday related. We were in some ballroom type deal...and someone "psst" me...to look over at the other table...and there's Mr. Jeff Ament. Turns out he was sent an invitation and he decided to show up. He had Karrie and some other crew member with him. I needed to talk to him about SOMETHING (that I can not recall) but he seriously would not talk to me at all. He went up to the roof, so I hopped on an elevator and it only went up to floor 15 and I needed to get to the roof and I was so confused. Yeah. My dream.