Current Musical Selection: the Beatles... some misc. stuff from the 'white album'

Today was another installment of wham bam. so much stuff, so little time. even though it seems i spent most of the day in my room; maybe i did... it still went past fairly quickly. ended up buying books today.. that burnt about 500 dollars. just under actually, 460 something; which makes it about the cheapest semester for books ive ever had in my college career.. that alone made me happy to see. but not the trek across 3 stores to buy them... the university of iowa really needs to straighten that up. faculty should only assign books that are textbooks out of one location... im fine with going else where for reading type books... but its crazy to infuse capitalist, private ventures with the massive tentacles of the university machine... im sure kids are overwhelmed as it is with campus, let alone trying to track down books from 3 different places [or more, depending on your major!] especially when they learn that Iowa Book is not University Book... one is a private store a block and a half away from the university's book store in the basement of the student[less] union. fuck em. they fist kids for 120 bucks per book, and give you back 5 at the end of the semester... then take your used books, and sell them back for 95 next semester. fuck em indeed. thats business, fucking kids and parents out of their money.

Tonight i had an interesting conversation with someone online; appearantly durring mid conversation i said something to make them mad; and they resort to the tried and true 'throw it back in your face' method of reconciliation. im glad we do this. it makes it much easier for me to find the true adults in the world, when i see children acting out like that. besides the point, it was the entire idea of guilt tripping... makes me feel like im back in an old relationship, where everything i did with J. ended up in me getting 1)bitched at 2)guilt tripped 3) both 1 and 2. this felt alot like that. not something id like to relive. nor is it something ill go into in great detail toinght.... just the fact of being left with a similar sensation of 'crap' for a feeling; of which you know you havent earned, and you really dont feel bad about; but their words have made you stop and think, then triggered the sensation... maybe thats my consentience kicking in... and maybe people like that dont have one.

ain't it fun~
s.