I hate moving from one apartment to another.  I move all my crap, and before I know it I have to move it again.  Speaking of which, I have had this eager feeling to buy a cat lately.  No one will lend me their cat, so I think I may have to purchase one.  what for?  for companionship? nonono, I have mice in my basement.  I figure after the cat, which I will call Tom, catches the mice, I will return the cat.  Tada.  Voila.  No more mice.

ANother thought, I hate those DAMN people outside in the pool at Jefferson Commons.  This is probably the second to last night/day I will sleep at this hellish place.  I havent wished for these pool goers to drown since school was in session.  Now the ruckus has started again.  DAmn Hu Gens.