Every time I think about writing something down I get distracted or I am too busy and that’s a poor excuse. I’ve gotten over poison ivy and a bad upper-respiratory infection. I think that’s taken some of the wind out of my sails.

Jeff thinks I would look cool if I drank coffee; he’s obviously not above using blatantly transparant peer-pressure to get me come over to the dark side. I have never had much coffee. The most coffee I’ve ever had was a large caramel frappuccino, and we won’t talk about how it gave me empathy for how keyed-up people on cocaine are. Caffiene is just bad news for my body, and if I could make it through college without it, I don’t need to start now. But I could use some help in the “cool” department. Jeff knows my weakness. He did allow that I could be drinking tea or hot-chocolate and noone would know the difference, so maybe that’s the route I’m going to go. Any thoughts?

I also just have to say how annoyed I am at people with walkie-talkie cell phones. WHEN DID IT BECOME OK to have the whole world overhear your entire conversation?! You know, while I’m at it I want to know a few other things.

When did it become ok to:
- Talk about “digestive concerns” on tv and in polite company
- Spit in the street
- Spit in the street THROUGH ONE NOSTRIL!!! Have you ever heard of tissues?!?!?!

I think I am just getting fed up with some things. Do people realise how GROSS they are being? Please tell me I’m not the only one.