National State of Alert:
(as of 3-8-04)

Personal State of Alert:
(as of 3-8-04)

Reason for Personal State of Alert:
- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

Featured Links:
Diaryland.com
OnlineOnslaught.com
MSNBC.com
QuietAmerican.org
MoneyCentral.msn.com
Tremble.com
Weezer.com
Fool.com
GirlsArePretty.com

joelthecat.diaryland.com

Savannah: The Hostile City
2002-01-09 - 11:32 a.m.

"Shake yo' groove thing! Shake yo' groove thing, yeah yeah! Show 'em how we do it yeah!"

So yeah... after not posting for ages, and having tons of stuff happen to me, I decide to open with a disco song that I don't even know the title or band who wrote it. And worse, that's not even the song stuck in my head right now- that would be:

"Ay di ya! Someday you'll remember! Ay di ya! Dancing in September! Ay di ya! Never was a cloudy day!" -Earth Wind and Fire

Mmm Hmm. I'm on some unexplainable disco kick. I feel good, but with no particular reason why. I guess cuz no matter what, things aren't that bad. Well... last time I felt so positive was about 7 am on September 11th, and then look what happened... maybe I should keep my happy stuff in check...

Lessee, the big news- I returned to Savannah on January 5th to find that my apartment had been broken into. Actually- at the time, I wasn't sure exactly what had happened- other than that my keys weren't opening the front door's bolt lock, and the bottom lock wasn't really working either. I thought possibly I was evicted cuz the roomie didn't pay the rent, or that yes, my house was broken into, but it was by Kris to get the stuff she left in my apartment before Winter break (cuz she got evicted herself). Neither was the case- my house was broken into.

The damage? One missing VCR. And one torn Kane mask. That's it. (Well, other than the front door thing). What the hell is up with that?

The sliding doors on my room were locked together with a kryptonite bike lock, on a last minute decision. Who knows how much that saved me from further theft- my bike was in there, a Playstation was in there... some stuff for my computer.... all of it was okay though... thanks to either luck, or that lock. Not bad.

My VCR was the only real casualty. Well- I suppose it wasn't KILLED, it was permanently re-located... but- what dumbasses. The thing eats video tapes if you try to rewind, and can't record properly . It's ass old. And worse, I think it has a venereal disease of some sort- (don't ask). And someone decided it was worth their time to break in to take it. God speed, you Magnavox wonder!

On another front, we laid out mouse traps before we left, because back in November when we left, we saw a mouse scurry through my bedroom for the first time since I moved in. Actually- up til then- I'd out and out never seen a mouse in a house before- even living in the borough of the Bronx. But yeah, mice... in my hice... er, house... and we caught some... and they're kinda gross looking- but... maybe I'll make peace with them. We'll chat about all the snow craziness lately. Yeah.

And, in my last little bullet point thingy- I just wanna kick myself for not mentioning Miranda in my little Christmas list shout out... though I'm *horrible* at responding to my e-mail and keeping an e-mail thread going, she still rocks... so, um... mad ups to England! Yeah!

Classes have started... I have already cut my first American Government class- my cable was disconnected cuz one of my roomie's checks bounced... and- um... internet friends Thea and Andy in Mississippi want to visit me over Spring Break (and I said yeah), and Damien, my internet ex-boyfriend (from Indiana) just mentioned possibly visiting in the Summer, and I said yeah. So, 2002- the year in which I'll 90% most likely graduate college, is fixing to be interesting. Let's see how long I can keep up this "mature" thing I've been striving for. Well- not TOO hard... I'm only 20.

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...