Aisle 4

Aisle 4: The Pet Aisle

Bats. Bats use echolocation. Echolocation involves sound waves emitted by the bat coming in contact with an object. Once contact is made a new set of waves (the echo) rebounds off of the object and returns to the bat. Through interpratation of the sound waves a bat can figure out what the hell is in front of her, no mater the visibility issues at hand.

Now if I repeat that about 4000 times my paper will be done.

I know NOTHING about echolocation, or about bats. There are no books, this does not intrest me and I have a head ache and an empty stomach, and have had very little sleep this week. I'm tired, cranky and just want to go home. But the papers over due. So what am I going to do? Well I can't write this tonight. That's obvious. I'm not in the frame of mind to write this. Every time I go to type something I get a shooting pain through my head. I am going home and sleeping/eating. I'll take the next few days to write the paper and just take the consequences of handing it in late. The professor likes me and sees me as a smart and intellegent person. He knows what I'm capable of, what he doesn't know is that this assignment is so lame that it's causing my brain to boil over!!! So I'm going to eat a meat kische (spelling???) and then go home and read up on echolocation. And there is nothing that will keep me at this station, short of a massage and an irish car bomb.

Aisle 27

Aisle 27: The Best Seller/Stationary aisle
Oh yeah I finished my thesis, now I have to catch up on missed work and resubmit my prospectus (don't even try to ask why), and scribble up some form of abstract. Oh and schedule my defense. I'm going to be busy, once I start doing things.

Ah procrastination, my good old friend.

As for current weather update, it's snowing. Yes, that's right. It is SNOWING on my spring break! Poo balls. Hopefully work isn't canceled tomorrow as I really want to go to work...We're having a pizza party.... I'm a little kid..... SHARON'S BRINING MUNCHKINS!!!!

Ok...Enough of that. I'm off......

Costumer Service Center

Costumer Service Center: Complaints

So what the hell? People have pissed me off way too much lately. I'm not an easily annoyed person either. It's just I have all this stuff on me right now that one little poke will send me spiraling down the road of screaming.

So what was the poke? It doesn't matter really. It's just a pet peeve of mine, which is about some one else's pet peeve. I get annoyed about why the person gets annoyed and do I lash out at the person like they lash out at me? No. I placate. I try to remain calm and correct the problem when the insides of me are like, "You know what? Fuck you too!" It's kind of bad when it's a friend that sets this off, today it's been several, friends and nonfriends, and people I read about.

There are times where you just want to vent but you don't want to be patronized or doted on. I'm at one of those stages right now. I kind of want to just ignore everything and just crawl back into my oyster shell and ferment. (ask me to explain the logic of that and I won't)

All I need right now is to get my exam over with, write my paper, and go out and buy a shamrock shake. possibly smoke a cigarete. Which is odd since I don't smoke but right about now I kind of need a release. This always happens when ever my ex pops up and makes once of her famous sporatic appearances.

I know exactly what I need though. I need to go see the Slackers, but they aren't playing in the area. If you know not of the Slackers then you should look them up. For that's me. To a P.

Aisle 6

Aisle 6: Bargin Bin Insanity Aisle.

Yeah i've been snowed in at the radio station. Worked on my thesis alot. Am close to finishing it. Very tired yet all the couches are occupied. I need sleep and warmth. I should have left for home along long time ago, but now I was lazy. Now I'm stuck here on campus. With an eight o'clock call for a high school matinee. Very dreadfull busieness.

Aisle 12

Aisle 12: Medicine


Cough cough, hack hack. Ahcoo! Hack, cough, sputter, dry heave.. pant pant pant pant.

Sex and being sick, some of the best noises imaginable.

If this illness keeps up for another week I'm going to start calling it consumption and carry a hankerchief with me where ever I go.

Aisle 12

Aisle 12: Medicine

I'm sick. I hardly ever admit that, so when I say I'm sick I'm very sick. I'm also stressed out. I have way too much on my plate right now, and I lost a week some how and now everything is due. I'm quickly becoming a wreak. I need a vacation to get better and then go back to working on stuff. My thesis is just about done. It's not actually finished I just need to write up one or two sections and organize it. I'm streamlining. I just hope I have enough energy to finish it before it is due.

After this play is done, and the thesis is done, and I get paid from the radio station, I'm going to sleep alot. And I will go to some place and enjoy life again. Right now I'm in constant peril. On the verge of a break down and I'm sure I'll hit it soon for I have remaned calm through out a horrible tech week. Some people really shouldn't direct plays, or be professors of theatre. Other people should really go home and get some sleep. I am that kind.

I will be better soon and all will be right.