Careful what you say around me. It might come back to haunt you. Don't worry, I usually only bring up past comments for joking purposes.

Here are some pictures (via my phone since my digital camera was dead) from today. I came dressed as my sister for my Theater class.

Nicki did my makeup and hair and during today, it was as if I was possessed by her. The outfit is also Nicki's. The shirt says "UNATTACHED." Seems like none of the guys in my IT class understood (or would admit) what the shirt meant. However, the other 2 girls in class today knew exactly what it meant. Hello! It's a shirt screaming I'm single and available! Nicki bought it because it fits her but I figured why not wear it. I also had on her teal blue nail polish. Not that my sister is a whore, but I felt like I was flaunting myself in this outfit. I was screaming "Come and take me!"

Now let me get back to the aftermath of my last post. I felt better after taking a shower and putting on my new, sexy underwear. Isn't funny how life is? Yesterday morning, I was able to skip my WWW class since I had to take my car to get the bumper repaired. I also had to get a rental car. Ends up, I couldn't get a compact rental car, like my car is, so I got a white Chevy Colorado to use until Friday. I'm in love with this truck. I never thought as myself as a truck chick but something about this truck is awesome! Looks like I've got something to think of getting myself when I graduate college.

School the past few days has been OK. I had a Chem test yesterday and I did so-so on it, I think. I can't stand Chemistry. Why did I take that class? As for today's classes, Theater was fun. IT was a drag since we went over more JavaScript ideas which I already went over in 1060 this past spring. After class, I showed off the rental truck to my classmate, Angela. She liked it, too.

I just want to say thank you to all about the comments about my last post. I just got depressed. I get that way from time to time. I know I shouldn't. However, you know how it is. Things bother you and next thing you know, you're crying about something else and falling apart. I know I don't need a guy. Would I like one? Sure I would, but it's not the end of my world, yet, if I'm still single. I just have to keep pounding that into my head. Heck, I tell you what, I feel like at times I couldn't even tell you if someone was flirting with me or not. isn't that bad? OK, enough about my (lack of) love life.

In other news, if was quite depressing to wake up yesterday to the news that both Christopher Reeve and Ken Caminiti have died. According to my mother, "Superman," as played by Reeve, was my very first crush. It was heartbreaking to hear the news he was injured 9 years ago and to hear he died from something so simple is depressing. His legacy in supporting spinal cord research will live on, I know. He brought attention to a very important cause. Caminiti's death is also sad. He had trouble and was fighting a long, hard battle against addictions. Yes, he did use steroids and drugs, and I won't be surprised to know they may have led to his death. However, some three young ladies out there lost their beloved father and many baseball fans lost a guy they enjoyed watching. I didn't start watching baseball until 2001 but I remember his days as an Atla