Constantly. No matter how rude it ended up being. I just kept finding my eyes diverted.

I posted a poem from back in the end of January to my journal that was strangely appropriate, entitled Woman.

Despite this, I got very pissed off tonight. The person who triggered it apologized, we explained ourselves to each other, and understood, I think, that we agreed to disagree. I wonder if she hates it as much as I do when emotions are so strong they overrun logic and even emotional self-preservation.

I wish I could find a Mac keyboard for my PC. These things are incredibly nifty. They are USB, maybe I should try to use it on my PC. Interesting.

Tomorrow, I’m 75% sure I’m going to City Club. I feel guilt tripped by my roommate, and I don’t want to abandon , but I know I’ll have fun if I go. This makes me grit my teeth, because either way I choose, I will have fun, and either way I choose, I will hurt one of my friends, if only slightly.

“SABER!” “It begins with a bloody S!”