@&*%#!!!!!! @@&&**%%##!!!!!!!!!!!! I bent one of the rims on my car today. I don't have the money to replace it. Hopefully I'll be able to figure something out, since payday is Friday, but it really ruined the end of my day. I hate it when I do stupid shit.

I think I'm really starting to settle down here in Huntsville. It's really cool being back with my brother. We do practically everything together these days. Hell, he even got me a job in the same office, so now I do computer work for $6.50 an hour while sitting at a desk facing his. We went out to dime night at Shenanigans last night. Between the two of us, we spent $1.70. I woke up hung over. When I ruined my tire tonight, he helped me change it (except that we didn't wound up not changing it, we left it there 'cause I didn't have the money to replace it anyway, and it's pretty safe where it is in one of the close-up school parking lots. But the point is that he was already down on his hands and knees positioning the jack before I discovered that the tire was, in fact, ruined. It's the thought that counts.). But more than that, 'cause I already knew Andy and I were close, I'm starting to really get settled in with people. I spent from 12:30 - 1:30 with Ceri yesterday watching old home movies and a picture slideshow a friend of ours had put together. I got invited to a party last weekend, as opposed to getting invited to "come along with Andy" like I used to. And, perhaps more importantly, I'm branching out and meeting my own people, people kinda like my friends from UH. Andy's introduced me to some great people, and to a lot of people I never would have met on my own, including a few major potheads, some alcoholics, a bunch of theater majors, etc., and I consider them friends, but I really miss people who I actually think are more like me, even if it's a false dichotomy. Meh. The point is, things are going well.

I'm thinking of trying to get involved in a latin dancing club next semester. Considering the Hispanic population in Huntsville, I would think that I oughta be able to find something going on. I've been getting lots of practice swing dancing, and plenty of country/western dancing, too, but I miss Salsa and Rumba and Cha-Cha and Merenque and Samba. I want to get back into it. If push comes to shove, I hear there's a dance studio in town where they give lessons. But I'd rather have it funded by the school than have to pay for it myself. (C:

I like to think of myself as a generally patient person, and I was told today by a girl from my Differential Equations class that I come across as being "married" because I'm always calm and patient. Some people (Jared, for instance, or Christina), however, know that there have been plenty of times when my placitude gives way to irritability or peevishness (or even less pleasant words). I noticed today how easily I get irritated. I was hanging out with Erika (who's apparently on a break with her fiancee? How strange is that?) in my office, and Andy was out doing something, and the office got a call. Rather than let it go to voicemail, I answered it, even though I wasn't on the clock. The voice on the other end of the line immediately set my teeth on edge. It wasn't an unpleasant voice at all, it was high-pitched and slightly melodic. What set my teeth on edge, though, is that I could barely hear her, and what I did hear had a little quaver in it that made her sound like she was constantly on the verge of tears. Why is it that little things like that set me off? Had it been some rude, loud-mouthed person on the line, I would have politely put up with it, called him/her an asshole/bitch after I hung up, and then forgotten about it. But no... Instead, it sticks with me, because there was nothing immediately unpleasant about her voice, and yet I was incredibly irritated by it through the course of our thirty second conversation. I'm sure Freud would make some guess that the apparent weakness in her voice irritates me because I'm displeased by a latent wussiness in myself, or some crap like that. Maybe that's it, who knows? I don't mind people who mumble, or people who practically yell into the phone, or people who are real brusque, or people who tend to ramble and talk your ear off forever. I put up with them in good humor. So why?... And why am I this curious about this little quirk of mine?

Oh well. Time to do my stats for stoopids homework (props to Meredith for the course title). It's due Friday, but I've gotta get it done either tonight or tomorrow during the day so I can go out tomorrow night.

One last thing: we're trying to have a huge party on Saturday, October 30th. I'm sure that's probably the date of the Honors College fall party, but if it's not, or if you'd rather come here than go to the Honors College party (our parties are more fun than the HC parties. Trust me, I went to seven of them (the only real downside is that you'd know more people there than here, but after a few drinks, what does that matter?)), lemme know. I'll be sending out real invites before too much longer. More to come...

G'night.