Marissa didn't screw it up, mandy did. Smile all. I really want to kill her right now, she thinks that we did everything wrong and that it will be our fault if we aren't friends anymore. Shoot me please.

I guess we've got this resolved...

I'm worried about Marissa...I have a feeling she's going to fuck everything up before I'm able to end this. Marissa really isn't smart, she's all mouth and no mind, and that's a huge problem. She has parrot syndrome, she repeats everything she says without thinking about its effects.

I just need to finish out my little thought processes about this whole deal and figure out what needs to be said. This doesn't need to go on any more, in any way.

I'm not studying tonight; I don't really care. How interesting, I used to be the little geek kid who would be spending his night studying; now I'm worrying about "social situations". Wish me luck Monday, by the way.

"Uh hello parents of Little Chin....Rosie Jiang, this is the police, calling to ask about Ms. Jiang about her involvement in crimes committed the first of May 2003 which, we think, she might have borne witness to, may I speak with her?...thank you....Hello, Ms. Jiang?.....HEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY ROSIE HAVIN' FUN STUDYING HAHAHAAHAHHAA YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN'T CALL BUT I DID AND YOUR PARENTS FELL FOR IT WHAT A GREAT NIGHT IT'S GOING TO......."

"Hello? Hello?"

Yeah, especially it splitting us all up. You're right, too, because every single one of yall has impacted my life more than many other people in my life. Yall are the best group of friends I have ever had. Ok, that's enough of my mushiness...

For fun, I never responded to it and it was an interesting thread. And I was really bored and lonely in the library that day.

Well antiphilanthropists, well......

It's all coming to a head. If you read my post in "The Blog" yesterday (which is probably when you'll be reading this), then you'll know what I'm talking about in this post. I really need to stress the pointlessness in having this get-together this weekend.

Let me put it this way, and I'm sure everyone can agree. If you thought for one minute that I would ever agree with someone else's opinion that wasn't entirely like mine when it came to this matter, you are wrong, dead wrong. If I had to pick a solution to this problem, I would take plan number one (mentioned by Lindsey), because if Rosie and Becca have some time to cool their jets they might actually be those adults we're wanting them to be and this situation will close like a storybook. If we let them have at it and try to interject, someone is going to say something they might regret, and it might just cause not only Rosie and Becca to fall apart, but the rest of us as well.

If you're really planning to follow through on this, please remember: one, try to keep your head; two, I am behind those of you who would do as such one hundred thousand percent, and will certainly be there when it happens; and three, no matter what I say, and no matter what is said to me, each and every one of you will still be some of the best friends I have ever had; I'm not quite sure anyone realizes what an impact each of you have made on what I've become, and GOD forbid I'd ever forget that.

And now that the sentimentality is over, we await the bomb to go off, watching the timer as it clicks down to total oblivion...or maybe the fuse is faulty; but in the end, only time will tell.

Just like everything else, only time will tell.

Wait, what was that last post for?? I don't quite get it, but I liked my name being in there. Especially for something good.

Posted by Rosie on the 31 of January: (*don't even ask why I'm doing this*)

"Have you realized how fake our society is. I mean think about it.....the whole world believes that everyone has there place and if they leave it......here comes the tidal waves. Crossing social barriers in BHS is next to impossible without whispers and stares. Is this what they call America, the most welcome country? Everyone plays to the role untill that role is all they have, so they stick to that role through life then pass it to there children. Ugg why can't people be themselves. Why can't people NOT fit the mold for once?"

"Slowly all the roles we act out become our identity, and in the end we are what we pretend to be" said Jerry once. It's like being a pack of animals, people will find a common ground and build on it, and that's how we get our social classes. Unless someone is truly above all of this shit, and it would be sort of nice to be that way, but it's unlikely. Social distinction, just another one of those shit consequences of having to be alive in the New Age.

And an Elizabethan reply (from Z, of course) for this post for anyone interested, on the 31: thereafter I posted all the lyrics to Poor Bastard, etc., more whining, then some more whining, DI, and on and on....oh yeah, the reply:

"Hey, Rosie, just a question. Why do you care? I for one am perfectly happy in my lack of social standing. I have thought of this subject before, however, and have decided that I don't care. And since when do I fit the mold? I'm one example. There have to be others. Linds, maybe."

.Dne eht

Ok, posting again because it's pretty boring in this library.

Nobody showed up...well, those that typically occupy the library at this time, and I'll be damned if I'm going back to Rau for the next 55 minutes.

The Biology gateway practice was a joke. If I don't get a hundred I'm going to bleed myself for slacking.

Umm, I had something else to say but I forgot. Heh. Suprise. Time to go back and do some Euro I guess.

What a boring SOB I've become. Augh.

Ok, just checking.

Someone else's dream? Do you think so? It had occurred to me once that we might just be the figments of something else's imagination. Not limited to God, or "gods" for that matter, just that we are the stuff of dreams, much like the things we see during sleep.

It also coincides with the argument, "How do I know that you're real? I know I'm real, but I don't know if you are or not,"...speaking from one putting drastic emphasis on the falsity of the physical facade, of course. What the hell am I saying? Heh.

I just got done with my lil' review sheet for 5th, so I'm in contemplative mode, and it was a topic that I've thought about before. Whether or not you intended it to be that way is the question...and I'm guessing not :)

An hour and fifteen minutes to go...

I'm alive, but you already know that because i've talked to you...

He,y everyone. Alive? There was some shit up over here last night, so I was just wondering if anyone is missing limbs or whatnot.

Ok, later.

Hear hear.