Yah, so Dom, this guy that Linz and I met camping May 2-4, about four years ago, just added me to his ICQ. We haven't talked in over a year, and haven't seen each other in about 3 years. That's totally random! You forget about how many people you meet every year, every day for that matter. Well, I'm off to school to do a five minute presentation in Spanish about the Metis, with no notes allowed. That is hell-ish. I know I'll just talk fast and it'll take like two minutes, or blank out completely. After that I come home, and start the 25 hour study session for my Accounting midterm on Friday. As of right now, I will flunk it, we will see what some cramming can acheive. Friday evening is the midterm, as mentioned and we're going straight from there to a food drive with the sorority, which should be fun because a lot of the guys are showing up as well. I'm actually going to stay in Halloween night, I know, I'm a loser. BUT, November 1st is going to be a huge amazing drunk-up at Inferno. Everyone's invited, it's going to be great! That's starting with a wine-and-cheese with one of the frats (Carol and I might make it tequila and cheese) and then go from there.

'And so began the week from hell...' Finished my essay incredibly early this morning. Spanish presentation on Thursday (haven't started), and two essays due on Thursday (one done, one not started). That's not mentioning the midterm on Friday (DOOM AND DESPAIR!!!). November 1st baby... That's what it's all about...

Okay, Sleeping Beauty just made me cry. Is this normal?!

What?!?!? LOL!!! I have no idea what that thing about friends' equipment is. Great drunken entry!!!

Oy yoi yoi, make sure you check the time entry for this entry. Just got in the door. Went to the Cabin Mingelwood's amd Ontap. Was going to go to The Bulldog, but endeed up lost with a bunch of your friends' equipment.

Alright, never you fret. I'm in a bit of a better mood. My Stats midterm went great (woo hoo!) and I think I'm going to go man-hunting tonight (woo woo hoo hoo!). I think it's the lack of alcohol and boys that's making me cranky. At least, that's Carol's approach to the situation. She just wants her drinking buddy back. The Whore Tour 2003 shall resume!

On a side note, I'm having the craziest dreams since I went on this new medication. The first night, I dreamt I was at Carol's family reunion and hooked up with my sister's boyfriend, who happens to be the Fiance from last year. Then, the next night it was a horrible nightmare where a hobo kidnapped Carol and I and was about to kill us. Last night had these guys that I know mutating into aliens. Not cool!!!

Arghhhhh... PMS'y to the max. Watched the Saved By The Bell marriage episode which was fun. Unfortunately had to wake up at 7am today to go to an info session at school. Tired, cranky, PMS'y. Great news, one of the girls in the sorority is taking aforementioned Naked Boy to formal with her. That's just dandy. With the population of Ottawa as high as it is, you'd think she could take someone that I hadn't messed around with, apparently not. I love awkward situations like that. I should just give them a list of guys that I've messed around with, and if they need a date they can just pick one. Now I have to out-date her, I'm in need of a hot single boy. Or, I could be immature and petty, as I sometimes tend to be, and bring one of her old flings. Grrr... I think that's what set off the bad mood. I have a very hard time being happy for other people. I have a Stats midterm in 3 hours. Eeek! I think I'm just going to stay in this weekend and get a ton of work done. Or clean. I feel like cleaning. And sleeping. Urgh. I need to investigate guys more before doing anything. Because 99% of guys that I've touched are jackasses or just general losers, spiralling down in life. It's very rare to find someone who's dated me and then moved up in life. I catch them just as they're falling, hang on for the ride for a short while, then watch them plummet to the ground. Alright, I'm going to stop now, I'm not in a good mood and I'll just sit here and bitch. I should be studying. And bitching.

Do do do... Where to start? Went home last weekend, spent a lot of time with Linz which was often cuz we don't do it often enough. And got dumped by Jon. LMAO. Serious. No joke. Good riddance. Doubt I'll ever talk to him again, tho he wants to come up to Ottawa to 'skull' a beer with my 'mates'. Yes, the boy has picked up Australian slang. I don't think he could get any more annoying. I spent my evening with Carol, gave each other facials and false eyelashes. Good times, so girly!

I'm so helpless sometimes... I had a horrendeous night last night, pulled an all-nighter with Carol to study for a midterm and to finish an assignment. This amounted to about .5 minutes of sleep, an hour-long Backstreet Boys dance break at 5am, and more coffee than I ever imagined possible. After my crazy day today, I dragged myself through the door with much needed McDonald's at 8pm. I talked to the 'rents and decided to take a half-hour nap before doing what was scheduled for the night, to finish the research, outline and at least five pages of my comparative essay on the management styles of Bolivia and Slovakia. I set my alarm and was out. I woke up later, wondered what happened to my alarm, and realized it was 2am. Good grief, I slept through the alarm. So now I'm up, doing homework and lamenting the stillborn death of my essay.

I was just re-reading, I don't mean like I ran across a cat with my car. I just mean I was walking in the street and saw one. And I wouldn't sacrifice for life for that of a marmalade kitten. The whole entry just came out wrong!

A few side notes...
-I need to lose weight if I want to fit into my prom dress for the sorority formal. Damn.
-I ran across a marmalade cat today in the street and I loved it. I would die for a marmalade kitten. That is one of my goals in life.
-The funniest thing from last night... was the guys calling 'not it' for various duties by touching the coffee table. They were complaining about this system when it was proposed they touch the roof instead of the coffee table. This worked well for Ted, who is over six foot tall, but not so well for Mike who was standing on the couch and jumping up and down, trying to reach the ceiling. Tired of being made fun of, he invented the new way of calling it, which was to jump underneath their small and low coffee table. As he put it, 'FUCK YOU, TALL PEOPLE!!!'. Hysterics...

I think I'm incapable of having a 'normal' night out. I went to Inferno last night, with Andrew and Carol, expecting a sane night. First off, Joey was covering someone's shift for Thanksgiving and was standing quite near to the washroom. After about two hours of staying at the opposite end of the bar, I couldn't take it anymore and had to go to the washroom, and thus walk by him. He say hi and I answered a casual hey, while looking hot and walking at the same time... Straight into the wall. Smooth Jenna, smooth. I hate to see him work, cuz there's all these other girls tossing themselves at him. Surprisingly, for a holiday, the bar was busy. But see things like this happen to me, at one point there were 5 guys in the bar that I had at least made out with. Good times. A ton of my frat boys were there though, so it was a pretty good time.

Instead of going home when the bar closed, I decided to go home with Moe and some of the guys. They live about a 15 minute drive from me. I ended up at the house with seven other guys (only one of which I'd made out with!), watching lesbian porn and a spelling bee, and getting stoned off my ass while eating schwarma. I finally got home about 5:30am to announce to Carol that I was indeed alive.

A normal night of good old-fashioned fun... Is this so much to ask for?

I have a problem. I'm turning into a girl. When I meet a guy, I actually hold out some hope that something real might happen. I have lost my grip on reality. Whatever happened to my 'They're all jerks, they only want one thing...' and above all else 'DON'T get attached!!!'? I'm getting attached. All the time. I'm delusional. I'm a girl.

So my stalking victim has purchased curtains which ruins a huge amount of my viewing pleasure. So I've added him to MSN to pursue the stalking through another medium. Never say never!!

I need a new lineup of boys. I usually have about five on hand that I can call up if I get bored. Each of them have their own qualities: the hot one, the cuddler, the funny one, etc. My lineup is sucking right now and is damned near the dieing point. Must get on this. Boys haven't been quality lately though. They appear to be alright at first and then I find out I've been blatently ignoring a huge character flaw (ie. male slut) because I'm too blindsided by other qualities (ie. dimples).

So I got all pissed off because a few weeks ago Josh came up to Ottawa with his girlfriend to visit one of her friends. I had told him to call me, we were going to hang out. The bastard didn't call me once! And his cell was turned off all weekend to top things off. So he phoned like a week later, like nothing was wrong. I bitched him out, and he said he didn't call cuz he thought I was busy. And he hasn't called since then. Bastard. But then again, I refused to call him or see him for the entire summer. What goes around comes around I suppose.

Carol's ex is up for the weekend. I can't understand whether I like him or not.

Eek! My living conditions promote stalker-ish tendencies. So I may or may not have this little thing for a cute boy I hooked up with last week. And he may or may not live in one of the houses below my apartment building. And I may or may not be able to see him naked when he walks out of the washroom... Ack!

Do Do Do... Yes, I'm wide awake at 4:30am. I have a tracheal infection and took this crazy cough medicine that made me feel fuzzy and then go unconcious for three hours. I just woke up, took another dose and am waiting for it to kick in. It's starting already... Carol just got in the door too, I was well-behaved for a chance and didn't go out and mix my meds with alcohol.

This year is my first Thanksgiving away from home. I decided not to go home, since I probably will next weekend when Jon gets back. Thanksgiving really isn't a huge deal in my family, the relatives on one side are screwed up anyways. But I talked to my mother today and now I kinda want to go home... I'll have Thanksgiving Kraft Dinner, haha!

So I was just reading the tin of my new hair mousse, and noticed that my mousse is indeed alcohol-free. What?! You mean my old hair mousse had alcohol in it?! And I've been drinking Listerine all this time...

Great evening... Listening to Manfred Mann's 'Do Wa Diddy', reading 'Diary Of A Crush' and trying not to think of the Paradise Hotel finale or the boys at Ollie's tonight. Though we know I'll be doing both. Jon called and left a message while I was in class today, he's coming home in just over two weeks. Woo! I need a new keyboard, this one's sticking. I think I need a new boyfriend to calm me out a bit. I've been way too guy-crazy and it's starting to catch up to me. Well, sorta. Other people are starting to piece things together and my shroud of mystery of which I am so proud is starting to fall apart. Have to keep it together!