And I feel like typing in CAPITAL LETTERS once in a while ALSO. Here we go.

I hate everyone who I was forced to interact with in some way today.

I hate everyone who cannot drive, or who cannot drive if there are even TINY amounts of RAIN. I especially hate the guy who swerved into my lane from opposing traffic and almost ran head-on into me because I had nowhere to go and because he was a total MORON.

I hated class today. I hate people who read Shakespeare in annoying, affected ways. I hate people who ask STUPID QUESTIONS that allow my professor to go off on tangent after tangent, so we can't get through even two acts of the play. I hate people who think they are SO SMART and PRECIOUS when in fact they are irritating.

I hate that I use "so" and "anyway" so much that I have to edit those words out of every paragraph in my journal entries.

I hate reruns. They used to show new episodes occasionally when it wasn't sweeps, didn't they?

I hate those Nescafe Frothe commercials, especially that ONE GIRL, and I hate Carrot Top with the white hot intensity of A THOUSAND SUNS.

I hate that I have absolutely NO MONEY, and my next paycheck is already spent on the bills in a pile on my desk. One of which is the fucking parking ticket that Will the PIG DOG was supposed to pay for me and didn't.

I hate that I didn't go bike riding today. I am not sure if it was the rain (or threat of rain) or if it was my dad, who laughed at me and basically said it will be a cold day in hell before I ever do the AIDS Ride. He said it more nicely than that, but he did laugh at me and say it was too much for me.

I hate that parents still have the ability to deflate you even when you're almost twenty seven years old and living hundreds of miles away.

I hate that my birthday is in a couple of weeks and I have absolutely NO PLANS. (On the other hand, yay! Birthday!)

I hate that I cannot eat the following RIGHT the hell NOW: chicken strips from Denny's, a peppercorn steak, a box of brownies, McDonalds french fries, apricots, movie popcorn with butter, figs, chocolate chip cookies, and ice cream.

I hate that I never go to the movies anymore.

I hate that I'm losing interest in the Oscars because they are BULLSHIT and overlook things like Memento, Steve Buscemi, The Royal Tenenbaums and John Cameron Mitchell. And I still hate that Forrest Gump beat Pulp Fiction and that Gladiator won at all.

I hate that I cannot afford to go out and buy a really nice bottle of wine and drink it all. I hate that I don't have any BEER in the fridge. And I would also like to drink some Coke, and maybe a big shake made with fresh strawberries and VODKA.

I hate that I gave Joey my vodka for her last party and now I don't have any.

I hate that SEVEN THOUSAND people are lined up in the queue to join the Bookworm Burb. (Don't get me wrong, I love that people join. I just hate that I haven't updated it in so long that it's going to take me forever to do it.)

I hate my wanderlust because right now I can't do anything about it, and it's gotten really bad.

I hate my LOUD ASS parakeets and my UNCOMFORTABLE BED and my poor sleeping patterns recently.

I hate that I'm running out of toilet paper.

I hate not having done my homework in a couple of weeks. I hate the three hour time difference between me and my friends on the East Coast. I hate Mariah Carey, the fact that Enterprise sucks, not having a crush on anyone, people who try to be me and FAIL PATHETICALLY, Carrot Top again, scary fundamentalists, Mary on Seventh Heaven, and every song I heard on the radio today.

I hate that my hate has made me weary.

On the other hand.

I like the fact that I don't have to talk to anyone for the rest of the night.

I like that Joey and I get to work on our Ghost Stories poem some more tomorrow.

I liked getting my mail today, even though it was wet from the rain. No bills, a present from Amy (a Spike crispy chocolate bar which I immediately ate because I needed it desperately) and the drag-queen Jennifer Garner issue of Entertainment Weekly which proves, once again, that she LOOKS LIKE A DUCK.

I liked eating my tuna salad from Subway for dinner. It was very satisfying.

I like YOU. Those of you who send me cookies and candy are particularly cool, but I like all of you.

I like my panel ideas going over well at the Journalcon meeting, and I also like everyone else's ideas, and I also like the fact that Journalcon will very likely KICK ASS.

I liked yesterday's episode of Buffy quite a lot. The bonding among the three core Scoobies was great, and I loved the Spike/Buffy moments. I think they did the right thing with that relationship. I also think that maybe they've been making Xander vaguely abusive towards Anya all along on purpose, and that he's supposed to be this fundamentally decent guy that has no role model for a relationship other than his parents. My heart broke for Anya, though. In a way she got what she deserved (someone she had wreaked vengeance on, coming back to hurt her) but she was so lovely and in love. Sniff.

(On the other hand, I hate that they didn't even mention GILES.)

I liked getting to read one of the Chorus speeches in Henry V today. "For now sits Expectation in the air..."

I like my birds when they are being affectionate, amusing little angels.

I like finding those jeans I could never fit into and fitting into them.

I like this week's issue of The Onion. "The Hammurderer is quickly becoming regarded as the worst-received advertising mascot since Kool-Aid's 1989 discontinuation of "The Grapist," a huge purple monster who sodomizes thirsty children."

I like the fact that some of my favorite journals are updating a lot.

I like CAPITAL LETTERS sometimes.

I like the Bad Teen Novel, which reminds me of when Charlotte and I used to write stories starring ourselves and the members of New Kids on the Block. I like the ancillary forum discussion where we reminisce en masse about our own Bad Teen Novels.

I like Television Without Pity and their new mascot. I like working on my next Sims update. I like this journal. I like poppyseed bagels, coffee mixed with steamed milk, and flaky cookies, all of which I ate today. I like the fact that MARCH on my birthday calendar features sheeps. I like the word SHEEPS.

I like the poems I wrote for class tomorrow.

I like that after all this, I think I'm feeling better. Whew.

"I forgot to tell you what one of Joey's friends said to me, possibly the most bizarre compliment I have ever received. He said, 'I really enjoyed the poems you read. You know, once I was with this girl, and we were walking down the street, and she said she had to pee. And I said, "Well, pee, then." And she pulled her skirt up and peed, right there in the middle of the street. Your poems made me feel just like that.' I have no idea what this means, but it was delivered in the manner of an enthusiastic compliment. "