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In case anyone was wondering, Tropical Typhoon Mike and Ike's are horrible, largely because of the heavy presence of pineapple flavor in each handful. But I don't actually buy Mike and Ike's because of their taste. What I really like is their perfectly chewy texture. Sometimes it's exactly what I'm looking for. And I almost always eat the entire box. All four servings in one fell swoop. Especially if they are their original flavor which I forewent tonight in an attempt to branch out a little bit.

In further news, I made a startling discovery last week that explained a lot about the quality of my life. Namely, that all of the heating and cooling vents in my room have been closed since we moved into this house over two years ago. If you've been following this journal at all, you know how much I bitch over the winter about how cold my room is.  Well as it turns out, that's because I was too stupid to open the vents and let the heater do it's job. I have also spent many long, sweaty nights laying on top of my sheets wishing I could die because of how effing hot it got. That too is a result of my daftness. While the rest of the house was hooked up to fresh, cold AC air, I was pretty much laying there in stale, ninety degree squalor. I definitely think God was punishing me for something.

Like, perhaps, my road rage issues. In the last two days I have gotten into two motor-vehicle confrontations that have involved honking my horn and in one case, flipping the bird. The first was yesterday at the four way in St. Joseph. Some lady tried to take my turn and it was like I wasn't even in my head anymore. All of the sudden I was speeding towards her, laying on the horn. Her window was down and she must have jumped about a foot when she saw me. But she def. got out of my way. The second incident happened tonight when some guy tried to pull into my lane on Prospect without waiting for me to, ahem, vacate the road. He very nearly hit me. But again, thanks to my quick horn blasting skills an accident was evaded. He really pissed me off though and before I had even thought it over I was giving him the finger. It probably wasn't necessary. I mena, he definitely needed to be paying more attention but he was kind of an old man, and the situation probably didn't warrant a sparkling-gold-nail polish EFF YOU. I feel pretty bad about it now, and even worse about the lady yesterday because I know I scared the shit out of her. I think I just feel like some kind of bad ass in my car, and suddenly all the injustices in the world are mine for the fixing. But let's be real---I am not some vigilante of the road. It is not my job to police other people's driving. I'm just a very young woman with a lot of aggression and probably a size complex.

Still, though. If you see the red '98 Neon rolling your way, you'd best move the eff on. Just kidding.

I guess I'm gonna try to go to bed within a few minutes here. The last couple of nights have been pretty late, and I haven't been getting up in time to get anything done. Plus, I just found out .5 seconds ago that I have a meeting at nine o'clock with the Dean of Academic Affairs or some such stuff at Parkland. I've been in some trouble lately over this class I thought I dropped It's really been stressing me out. Cause uh . . . if they force me to take the F they think I earned, I could definitely get rejected by the U of I when they  get my final transcript. As you can see it's kind of a major issue.

This is one of those moments when I wish I didn't live at home so I could have a drink. I would really. really. really like that. There aren't technically any rules at my house about me drinking. No one has explicitly said that I can't and in fact, I can occasionally convince my dad to let me have one of his beers. But I think that if I tried to bring my own alcochol into the house it would just get weird. Drinking in front of them is bizarre anyway, even if it is really casual. I don't have the stomach for it, really. But now I'm so worried about tomorrow . . .

This will be the first Wednesday in a couple of weeks that doesn't end on Thursday morning. It will also be the first Wednesday in a couple of weeks that hasn't seen me at McDonald's. I miss that place.

I would sell my soul for a job that pays more than minimum wage right now. The problem is, so would the rest of Champaign County. All of us are screwed.

P.S. And just an exciting side note, I think the fam and I are going to O'Brien Stadium to see the Peoria Chiefs play this weekend. I love love love that place, and baseball, and the Chiefs. I feel like a blasphemer saying this, but I like O'Brien better than Wrigley even. Its such a super fun ballpark.

Enjoy the rest of your week. And happy fourth of july.