Ok, damn....after mentioning FFV, I’ve found myself these past 24 hours downloading and listening to the songs from 1776 all the time. It also interrupted the flow of the downloads of songs from QaF.

Hmm...I wonder if I can find entire episodes online...Maybe Justin can download them for me, and put them on cd. That way, I avoid the monitoring of the damn school. Just because college students want to download movies, and music, the MPAA and record labels wanna throw shit into the fan. And last time I checked...Aren't we allowed to have a back-up copy of entertainment that we paid for? I know that the MPAA freaked DVD makers into putting codes into the DVD players to not allow you to record to VHS, but codeless (which DOES allow you to record) are NOT illegal, therefore, you can. And I also know that if you rent a movie from blockbuster, you can legally make ONE copy of it, seeing as you have paid for it. And you can download ROMS and emulators from the internet of just about any and every game ever made, with the disclaimer that it is a felony to do so w/o owning the game itself. (why do they offer Atari games this way, then...we all know the real purpose...but YES, I happen to get Showtime at home, *wink, wink* and since I'm paying for Showtime, I should be able to have a back up copy of it. Just because I want that copy here, and it cant be on VHS at all, doesn’t mean that I'm not entitled to it.

Ok, that was an entire rant that doesn’t make any sense what so ever...I'm tired, I'm getting up in 7 hours. I'm going to bed. And if anyone figured out what the hell I was just shooting out of my ass, let me know.

Hmm...after I finished my post last night, I looked at Meghan's and was SHOCKED that I was in her links thingie...And one of my friends IMed me today to tell me that he really enjoys reading my blog, especially when I start rambling on stupid shit...Like always? So I guess my whole point is that Justin's not as special as he'd like to believe he is!!! I got my own cult following! I AM a demigod! From here on out, I order all you plebeians to refer to me as FitzC, Royal Magistrate and Cocksucker Extraordinaire, FFV. As you can tell, hopefully, I am joking. I have no desire to be referred to as 'FFV'. And if you have NO clue what I'm talking about, find where the musical 1776 is playing, and go watch it. Or for the MUCH less entertaining version, you can always go ask your high school US history teacher (this probably only works if you are from Virginia, though)

By the way, if anyone wants to be a reference for my application to UUSA, let me know. As long as you don't do what Rohr wants, and tell them how good I am at giving head. I'd prefer that they are only told things that they would have no other way of knowing. And I've been informed that me telling Justin not to read certain parts didn't stop him from reading them, so we'll just have to give him an electric shock treatment. This could be fun. OH! and damn, I never got to use my altoids for the fun purposes. Damn nicotine substitute. As you can tell, I'm just a little scatterbrained.

Did you know that the requirements for a marketing major and those for a polysci major when combined look like a shitload, but are only 87 credits for? I may manage to get out of here in four years after all!!!!! (plus I’ll take some summer school, so I may even get out early...not bad for wasting a year doing this pointless CS shit (*gulp* I'm gonna be in trouble for that, aren’t I?).

I've decided that Blogs are much better than a written journal. I used to write in my journal every night for twenty minutes, not stopping to correct things, and just letting whatever was in my head come out. The one problem here is that I actually stop to proofread my work, and censure it, because I'm sure Justin doesn't want me sharing THOSE stories with everyone that reads this. Since I am popular, goddammit! Just kidding, I'll tell anyone willing to give me a dollar. (don't tempt me, I'm bankrupt). The nice thing about these is that I get to write them knowing that people MAY *gasp* actually read them. So I try to make them as pointlessly entertaining for all those dumb shits like me that have nothing better to do than follow AIM profile links when bored. You'd think I'd be a little more suited CS than I am, but oh well...these things happen.

Ok, I've decided that I don't need to make each entry a bazillion words long, so I'm gonna cut it off here. I'm tired, and I have to get up in time for 2:00 class tomorrow

Yeah, newsflash for everyone: SCHOOL SUCKS ASS!!!!!

I've now gone to all my classes once, and while my classes look enjoyable, they still look like they will completely kick my ass later this semester. And I must admit that my schedule kicks ass. No class before 11:15, four classes Monday, two Tuesday, four Wednesday, one Thursday, two Friday.

As an omen, my credit card bill came while I was gone, and I opened it up the first day of classes (BIIIIIIIIIIG mistake!!!!) It turns out that, I spent more in December than I had in the bank. After a MAJOR panic attack, Justin managed to calm me down. Then I called my dad, and managed to convince him to give me a $300 loan so that I wont be paying minimum payments on the card forever...which would mean that I might as well bend over and take it up the ass right now. However, now the job hunt, which had merely been a possibility has become a necessity. (Justin, skip this next part) Does anyone know who to sleep with in the Blacksburg to get a good job? (Justin, you can read again) The really scary thing is that I'm only half-joking.

Ok, enough about my stress. I'm REALLY looking forward to my World Regions course....it looks like the shit. The professor is hilarious. He had us comparing the differences between the Pope, and Pamela Anderson (Lee still?...hmm...a good fag would be up to date on the latest Hollywood gossip. NOTE TO SELF: start actually reading your damn people magazine!) The difference he stated: 'While the pope can read ancient Latin texts, I'm nearly positive that he cannot give oral sex on a moving boat, and I'm pretty sure that she cannot read English well, let alone Latin'...And guess what movie we're 'required' to watch next Monday to represent the region of Western Europe? Only the greatest art film ever!!!!!! (And if you don't know, you definitely haven’t been reading any of the previous posts) Lola Rennt!!!!!!! I'm so excited. Especially because I don't have to write a report on this one, yet I will on the other four/five regional movies that I will be required to see for this class. If anyone owns it on DVD, and wants to let me borrow it when (if) I go home next, my dad has a codeless DVD player, so I can make myself a copy of it, and return it to you. (Justin, skip this part, too) I can exchange a *cough*favor*cough* for the movie, since I have been unable to think of a better way to get the damn movie (ok, you can look again, Justin)

Also, my Theatre class looks like a lot of fun. The teacher is a TOTAL crack head, but she seems to be a really good teacher, and a very funny person. However, I have only had ONE class, so I don’t know for sure, yet. Also, the number of people that I know in that class seems to be increasing rapidly. First, Trey added the class, then about a week later, Felise added it (both did so before last semester ended), and then today, Thanh, my husband, added himself to the class. In case you wonder where Justin fits into that, Thanh and I feel like we've last the spark, but neither of us feel any real reason to end the marriage, so we just see people behind his back. Actually, he was mad at me until I found someone to see behind his back. Yes, I have weird friends, I'm perfectly aware of that.

My two CS courses seem like hell, but then again, I may be switching majors before too long, so I'll definitely drop the programming CS course, and probably keep the internet course...maybe this semester, I can pass the internet course. Hmmm... English seems like it should be pretty interesting, since the teacher is big into film studies, and narration, I may prove to be fairly good at this. Again, however, only time will tell if I am. My math classes look like they'll be somewhat interesting. Maybe I'll learn a bit from them. I guess that's the point of school.

As you read this, it looks like school isn't that bad, but then again, remember, school means that I have less time to work, and less time to spend with my baby (yes, I'm referring of course to Trey) Seriously, though, I'm kind of worried, because Justin and I have managed to spend time together both days of school again, but it wont be long before we wont be able to see each other more than once or twice a week. And that will SUCK! Plus, I have to get organized again, and that is a monumental task in itself. I also have to convince myself not to play games TOO much (esp. Diablo 2...although the expansion DOES kick ass).

And now I realize that while I really had nothing to say, I have written a shitload. How does that happen? No clue. But I'm willing to accept reasons. Just send them to who@cares.com.

Come on, you all know that I love you...all one of you that reads this page (Hi, Justin!....I'm taking bets as to when you'll actually read it, too)

Hmmm....well, this has been a great weekend

I packed all my shit up on Friday, and had about twice what I thought I should have, but just said 'fuck it', and just grabbed another duffle bag. And then I was just sitting around waiting for Justin to come and pick me up, when outta the blue, Shibahn, who I never see, because she goes to school in Texas, and never has enough money to catch a plane ride home, calls me to talk. So I talked to her much longer than I should have, because it was so great to hear from her. I HAD been waiting on Justin to call, but just as I got off the phone, guess who showed up? :o)

So i get all my shit in the back of his mini-van (so butch, let me tell ya), and we headed off. The ride down was NOT boring, suprisingly enough. I was amazed as to how quickly the four hours flew by, and before I knew it, I was back in the 'Burg, and before too long, at Justin's apartment. We got the little shit I needed for the weekend, and his TONS of shit outta his car. Then I called my parents, to let them know that I didn't die violently in a ball of fire on the side of I-81. Guess what i left at home?!?!? My backpack! And guess what the 18 year old had hidden in the backpack? Yes, a bottle of Citron, and a VERY nice calendar which I was suprised that I found at Borders. My parents wouldn't appreciate either of those very much...especially the poster, because they kinda frown upon that sorta thing (knowing what date it is....that's it....)

Then I got to meet people that I didn't know at all (always fun). Justin and I ordered a pizza, unbeknownst to Doug and Jenny, who then immediately asked if we wanted to go to Outback for dinner. So we went to Outback after we waited for the pizza to be delivered.

The next morning, after taking my shit to my room, and finding a present for Meghan, we went to JMU to attend Meghan's b-day party. Which was fun, drinking, giving Meghan a lap dance (I'm sure I will be haunted with pictures, but oh well) making up a drinking game for 'Clerks', etc. The drinking game can be found here

And now I'm back at Tech, and am oh-so-eagerly awaiting the first day of classes tomorrow...I'm sure you can read me bitch then ;o)

Now fuck off! :oD