three in the morning productions

98.6 fever

When filling out the applications, I needed information that I could only acquire from my parents. I had to do this repeatedly, until my dad in exasperation, cried out, "What do they need all this information for? I'm telling you, it's a hoax!" and stormed out of the room.

Thanks for the help dad. I love it when you're so supportive, especially when it involves me leaving the house and getting out of your hair. I'm rather stressed, and I'm not good stressed--I get whiny, and cranky, and just all around a not pleasant person to have around.

For example, right now, this is not the best time for me to catch a disease. But I'm coming down with something anyway. I have a headache and my throat hurts and I have the sniffles and I don't want to go to school tomorrow and... I have a headache. So here, poor lump of drung that I am.

After reading Bill's entries on the beauty of the Fall season, I could just curl up in my papasan chair, read a book, knit and listen to Enya. But nooo, I have more college applications to drung about. Were I my father, I could just easily throw up my hands, shriek that it's all "a hoax" and believe it too! Could it be that close-minded paranoia actually produces happier, more self-assured people?

Bah. Sounds like a hoax to me!

10.29.02 - 9:34 p.m.

	98.6 fever When filling out the applications, I needed information that I could only acquire from my parents. I had to do this repeatedly, until my dad in exasperation, cried out, "What do they need all this information for? I'm telling you, it's a hoax!" and stormed out of the room. Thanks for the help dad. I love it when you're so supportive, especially when it involves me leaving the house and getting out of your hair. I'm rather stressed, and I'm not good stressed--I get whiny, and cranky, and just all around a not pleasant person to have around. For example, right now, this is not the best time for me to catch a disease. But I'm coming down with something anyway. I have a headache and my throat hurts and I have the sniffles and I don't want to go to school tomorrow and... I have a headache. So here, poor lump of drung that I am. After reading Bill's entries on the beauty of the Fall season, I could just curl up in my papasan chair, read a book, knit and listen to Enya. But nooo, I have more college applications to drung about. Were I my father, I could just easily throw up my hands, shriek that it's all "a hoax" and believe it too! Could it be that close-minded paranoia actually produces happier, more self-assured people? Bah. Sounds like a hoax to me! 10.29.02 - 9:34 p.m.