My room is a mess.

I am not worried about my exams.

I am bothered by my papers -- a 4-6 page (REL140) that I haven't started and a 8-10 page (ENG201) that is worth 20% of my grade.

Händel's Messiah is good listenin'.

Meanwhile, I saw this really, really beautiful girl at the library. Amazing. She works at National City, a bank I frequent. She was studying, perhaps with a tutor -- thus I didn't bother her. But I was so tempted to.

I have a coupon that needs to be used by 12/31/06 for Coldstone. Girls normally like ice cream. I am not going to eat alone, and I don't think I want to eat ice cream with a guy. So it would naturally make sense to ask a girl.

Here is an example of how I started to bother to make an attempt. Scene: A lit hallway outside of the enterance to the library. A girl sits on the bench, quite nice lookin'. I am sitting on the other bench. She looks at her notes, my thoughts include, "She is probably waiting for someone. But if she isn't then I can still try."

"What are you waiting for?" I ask.
She points, "Him."

As he started to pass me, I was almost immediately convinced he was a loser. From what I could tell, he seemed like he was an extroverted feeler. Out of sympathy (but more coutesy and trying to hide my attempt to rock), I smiled and went back to my paper that I was critiquing. Thinking, "eh...I knew it."

Denied.

Odd.

So, aside from having IE's new version. I noticed something interestingly odd.

When I look into the mirror, I often contort my face. Like as if I am expecting it to be horrid or weird, but it doesn't fit to my expectations. Look at my new photo. I did that. Come on.

Do I believe I am not-hot? Or am I just not-hot and contorting my face makes me look better? Either way, something sounds unhealthy about this whole thing.

Nuggets.

All night long.

I spoke with an academic advisor today.

She tells me that all I have to do is take one more required class, and a bunch of various psychology and philosophy courses (of my choice).

Then I am done with college.

Honestly, I have fulfilled pretty much every other requirement (especially after this semester)

So I have shorter hair than I used to. But I didn't just now get it cut, I got it cut about a month ago.

Anyway, so my sister thinks it is absolutely gross that I have hairy legs. However, she is repulsed by the idea of a guy shaving his legs. I pointed out that there is no way I can win, she resorted to "well, it is because you have white legs with dark hair, if you had only tanned... then it would be brown on brown.....ooooooooooooooooo."

Likewise, I have hair on my belly and chest. Some find this repulsive, others believe it is a sign of manliness. I really don't care, I know I am a guy and I will not and cannot stop it from showing up.

I don't have much facial hair. I can avoid shaving for about 4 days and BEGIN to look like a bum. I want side burns. Those would be sweet.

My sister shaved my neck when she cut my hair. I really wish she hadn't. That just blows. Who wants a sharp back-neck? That is the lamest ever! Especially when you have had a girl tell you how soft it was back there, and that she liked it. It is like burning the teddy bear that scored you some points with a lady. It is just plain foolish.

Meanwhile, my sister is haunted by her friends making jokes about her back hair (she has none). She keeps wallowing in her frustration, "BUT I DON'T HAVE BACK HAIR!!!!!!!!" Such that she even took pictures to prove it. Guys are funny, and I know where they are coming from -- it is fun to mess with girls, especially when they are cute and show some signs of naïvity (sp?).

In other news, I love Latin. I think I even want to learn it before classical Greek. I have Romans 8:1 on my wall in English (NIV ad 1965), German (Luther Bibel ad 1545) and Latin (Latin Vulgate ad 405). Superhappyfuntime. Übergemütlichespaßzeit!

I think I have gotten over the 'worry' bug.

That is to mean, when I see something is out of my hands, I just let it go almost immediately and become quite apathetic. "Eh, whatever happens. I'm not worried."

Or if I just don't care in the first place, someone might be concerned on my behalf, I remind him by saying, "Eh, it doesn't matter. I'm not worried."

Or when someone apologizes to me, "It's okay. Don't worry about it."

I was going to go to a football game. The football game had pouring rain slapping the faces of many students and other spectators. The wind was blowing hard, and very cold. Almost freezing.

I lent my gloves to a guy. He thought I gave them. Well, he left. As he left I was thinkin', "He didn't return the gloves! Hah. Eh, whatever." I knew that in going to the football game, I would have no gloves. I didn't care too much. I thought to myself, "So the guy had my gloves, what does that matter? I have pockets, he needs the gloves more than me."

My dad was surprised that I just didn't worry in any way, and that I let it all go with very little opposition initiated. I just simply didn't care enough.

The next several days, my dad thought it was in his place to tell the guy to return the gloves. Eh, I thought he should just keep 'em if he thought I gave them, and this especially so since I didn't care. I mean, come on. I would rather give than lend anyway.

So the guy came back to me a few days later, "Dude, man. I thought you gave them to me. I'm sorry." I told him, "don't worry about it." He shifted the conversation, "The thing is, I lost them. I think I left them at my sister's house." I almost laughed, "That's okay. Just consider it an indefinite loan."

My dad approached me later, I told him that it was okay. They guy can have them, I am not worried. My dad remarked that I was blessed to have that ability to not be worried about it. To that I replied, "God has blessed me with gloves before, he has blessed me with a job. He can bless me again with gloves if he wants."

I bought gloves that were on sale Thursday night, they were better then the old ones.

The breeze was sharp. Every second the cold air rushed by my face, my cheeks were cut ever-so-slightly between the cells. My eyes rose and I recognized a man, his name came to mind, I pointed my glove-covered finger at him and spoke, "David."

"Hey! How's it going? Tim, right?" ... "Jon." His composure showed some brief awkwardness. "Oh man, I was way off. But you did a good job remembering my name." Changing the subject, I asked, "Were they playing Frisbee tonight?" He answered, "I don't know. I didn't go, but I heard some people say they would." Assessing the situation, I reminded, "It is really cold out." "It is, it is harsh. That's another reason why I didn't play."

"Don't worry about the name thing, you meet hundreds of people, ya know?" "Yeah. Jon, right?" "Yes, Jon." "Good, I think I'll remember it." I smiled, "I think that is what you said last time." He paused for a moment and looked embarrassed. He didn't have much else to say than "I probably did." I tried to recover him, "Don't worry about it. But hey, it was nice seeing ya. Have a good night." "Seeya around!"

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Ashley: SO what did you do today?
Jon: Significant Other what did you do today?
Ashley: Huh?.... OH. Pfft, Answer the Question.
Jon: I died. Then I came back as a monkey with rabies. This spurred on much fun, as chasing people who scream a lot was my childhood pasttime.
Ashley: ur a crazy kid

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Hmmmmmm. Girls are ticklish, at least some of them are. That is why I like cheese. They lure ticklish girls into my grip so I can make them giggle while they hold globs of golden tastiness. But I wouldn't know. I am not in Wisconsin. 'Need to fix that, methinks.

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I saw two squirrels fighting ferociously. A random college student was walking by me and looked over as well. I spoke up, "Twitterpated." He chuckled.

I will rise victorious, the mighty leader of a new nation.

Procrasti-nation.

Gosh, I am feeling the effects. I just hope I get home before 4 am. It is almost 10pm.

I spent more money than was spent on me.
I gave more than was given me. In fact, I didn't have any presents. Destruction of tradition.

Instead of loafing the entire day, I went to class (on 4 hours of sleep), ate some chinese food with some acquaintances, went to philosophy club's first meeting (discussing modus ponens! :-O ), then went to work for 4½ hours.

I got a free meal at KFC and Subway, went home.
Instead of celebrating, I slept.

The entire day I had reggae music on my mind, or at least when I was bored.

It was a good day.

 Okay, so this girl starts talking "Hey Jon..? Did you study for the BIO exam yet?"
"No, I haven't."
"Oh, ...I'm screwed... I'm so screwed."

Then I thought to myself, she doesn't know me. I am not taking the BIO exam. She is talking to someone else. Hence why someone else replied to her, not me. Sexy.

Not.

Oh yeah, back to my homework.

I gave my two-weeks' notice for Wendy's. My schedule made it hard to work there. My boss is sad.

Aren't I concise?