Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Chobits
I went to the bookstore yesterday. I got the book that I needed for science--Ishmael I couldn't find Sara's books, but I wasn't really looking that hard. I didn't have a lot of time, and they might not have been there anyway. The stupid bookstore didn't have Inu Yasha vol. 15, so I tried out a new manga series instead. I chose Chobits because Queen Asuka made it seem interesting. And it is! ^_^ It's a sci fi with a perverted protagonist. And they make everything so mysterious! ^_^ When we get together, Ashley, I'll lend it to you. I got the first three volumns, and I wish I got more. But buying all eight would have been too much money. I spent 50 bucks just buying the novel and those three mangas. *sigh* I'll just have to go to the bookstore real soon and get the rest. And they better be in stock, along with Inu Yasha *shakes fist* Otherwise, not much else is going on. I'm being bored to death with all of these presentations in Science. Everybody has to teach a section for an hour like I did, and the rest of us take notes. I'm so sick of taking notes. But it's almost over. Only 4 more left to go. *moans* That's 4 hours, and a lot of us are going overtime. I went over by 20 minutes. It's a lot of info, and we talk really slow for the notetakers.

My dad bought a couple of desert camis the other day. (You know, the uniform you see Marines and soliders wear in Iraq, as opposed to the normal green ones.) Ashley knows. Her dad just got back from there a few months ago. My dad is probably going to have to go. Mom says it'll probably be for a year, or 6 months if he's lucky. It's not that I want my dad to go to Iraq, but-- I don't know, even though we've supposedly gotten over the 'notebook ordeal' I still don't like him in the house. I don't want him to be in any danger, but things are cooler when he's gone. I don't think he'll get hurt or killed over there. God will watch over him, and it's that mental thing, "that stuff happens to other people" I feel bad for wanting him gone like that, though. Actually, I don't, really. But I feel bad about not feeling bad. You know, I don't feel bad at all. I just know I should feel bad. (whew, being honest to myself here) I'm such a rebellious little twit. *sigh* Is any of this even making sense? I feel like I'm making one of those confusing posts that 'newbies' make. (Not you, Ash. The ones who don't know third grade grammer) I'm just going to stop now.
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