White Christmas- Bing Crosby

A steady snow is falling from the sky. It started around 8am this morning. Finals got pushed back until tomorrow. I didn't have any finals today, so it doesn't affect me that much. But, still. The snow day (of sorts) is nice.

Exchanging gifts last night was nice. Courtney and Colleen loved the gifts I got them. I picked up those stocking/slippers from American Eagle because Court needed a new pair of slippers. And I got Col a long necklack that looks like the New Years Ball and then I got her a small breast cancer necklace, since her Mom had to go through all of that this past year.

Courtney gave me a framed picture of us, and a Berry Jam Yankee Candle that "smelled like me". When I opened the candle top to let Courtney's dog, Zoe, smell it, she started licking the candle. Guess she thought it smelled good enough to eat, or something. Col picked me up slippers, a little Cinderella stocking, and a yellow lab ornament that's now hanging from a magnet from my lamp.

Kristen and I rented Tropic Thunder and watched it last night. It was all right, still funny. Probably my favorite role for Tom Cruise ever because there was no inclination that it was him. He was bald, fat, and hairy. Perfect.

I've been listening to "Flavors of Entanglement" over and over and over again. It is just such a good CD, it's hard to get over.

This morning was a rocky start. The kid, Jeff, who was supposed to buy my books back never showed up this morning. When I called, he had turned his phone off. I had to call my friend, who gave me Jeff's roommate's number. When I called him and asked where Jeff was, he said, "Sleeping." The coward wouldn't even get on the phone with me. He had his roommate give me all the answers to my questions. Anyway, he said he should be here after 2. And if he doesn't, there will be hell to pay.

"I didn't either. I think it's Bukowski"

So there is this website called hulu that has tons of tv shows and movies. I first found out about it when I watched every episode they had of "Always Sunny".

Last night, I did not find "Persepolis" anywhere, which is fine, I can always rent it. Maybe I'll sign up for a NetFlix account next semester. I know plenty of people who do it here. But I did end up watching "Fatal Attraction". I thought it was a very good movie. I even found Michael Douglas particularly attractive in it. Glenn Close on the other hand... not so much. Don't get me wrong, her acting was phenomenal. The eighties just did not do her justice. Age has truly been on her side. She's like a fine wine, just gets better with time. Which brings me too...

"Sideways". I watched that today for the first time, and it is a lovely film. I can see why so many people have such a thing for Paul Giamatti. I haven't watched much of his work, so I'm not sure if this is one of his best performances even, but I thought he took on his character very, very well.

Later tonight, Kristen and I will be going to our friends house to exchange gifts. But only after we actually go out and buy them when she gets back from physical therapy. Maybe I'll shower and try to look half way decent. Maybe I'll watch another movie. Who knows.

THEN:


NOW:

Certain things I have been thinking about...

Don't bring a knife to a gun fight. And don't wear a wig to a cat fight. You'll be really embarrassed. I've been watching Jerry Springer a lot.

I really love the phrase, "son of a bitch".

This guy, Renne Harris, was talking about how he has experimented with all of these different religions. He said the closest he has ever felt to God was when he was Rastafarian. I laughed to myself during the interview thinking, "No shit, you were high all the time."

Emily keeps talking about monsters, which makes me wanna wear my volcom stone tee with all of the monsters on the back... including the bald eagle? And it makes me want to watch, "Cloverfield". Shut up, I liked that movie. It was funny.

I wanna be at that party in the adidas commercial with Mary J.

Demi Moore should cut her hair really short again. If she already did, then nevermind I guess.

I keep thinking about New Year's and the black and gold party at Aubrey's. I think I might wear black... or gold... or both. But definitely wearing gold eyeshadow under my eyes.

If Easter is supposed to be more important than Christmas in the eyes of the church... they should have made it more materialistic so people would like it.


Any other thoughts... I really don't know. I'm trying to find "Persepolis" on youtube.

moviessss

Movies I want/need to see in no particular order....

-Notorious
-Doubt
-Bedtime Stories
-Caroline
-Nothing Like The Holidays
-Milk
-I Love You, Man
-The Princess and the Frog
-Ice Age 3
-Public Enemies
-Where the Wild Things Are
-The Proposal


I'm sure others will come out that I will want to see.

Incomplete- Alanis Morissette

I want to be home so badly. I'm exhausted of finals, of this dorm, of the people here, of everything. I want to be home. I want to sit by the fire and drink my mom's tea. I want to put up the ornaments my mom sets aside for me every year. I want to fall asleep on the couch reading a book. I want to drink wine and laugh at Stephanie's parents dancing to Greek Christmas music. I want to hug my sister and be in awe of how tall my brother is getting. I want to squeeze their hands extra hard when we say that "Our Father" at midnight mass. I want to switch exchange gifts with them after we get back from church. I want to fight over the paper with my parents at breakfast. I just need to be home.



"One day I'll find relief
I'll be arrived
And I'll be friend to my friends who know how to be friends
One day I'll be at peace
I'll be enlightened and I'll be married with children and maybe adopt
One day I will be healed
I will gather my wounds forge the end of tragic comedy

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete

One day my mind will retreat
And I'll know God
And I'll be constantly one with her night dusk and day
One day I'll be secure
Like the women I see on their thirtieth anniversaries

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete

Ever unfolding
Ever expanding
Ever adventurous
And torturous
And never done

One day I will speak freely
I'll be less afraid
And measured outside of my poems and lyrics and art
One day I will be faith-filled
I'll be trusting and spacious authentic and grounded and home

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete"

Christmas (baby please come home)- Cher and Rosie

Today it snowed quite a bit in Center Valley. I think two inches or so. But the rain is coming down now, so there will be no evidence of the white by tomorrow morning. Stephanie and I talked about how we really are wishing for a white Christmas. She said, "I don't know what I would do!" I told her, "I would wear matching PJ's all day, watch 'A Christmas Story Marathon', drink hot chocoate, be a child... Wait, I do that anyway!"

Movie coming out in March called, "I Love You, Man". It looks pretty good. Plus, they were playing Pixies in the preview. OH! And Andy Samberg is in it. My Love.

I have so many songs that I just want to listen to over and over again...

*"Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)"- Cher and Rosie O'Donnell
*"Love Game"- Lady Gaga
*"If You Seek Amy"- Britney Spears (say the title of this song really quickly)
*"Psychopsilocybin" and "Nebula"- Incubus
*"Cobrastyle"- Robin

Even though I have iTunes on my computer, I don't have an iPod and it's something that I really need to invest in, whenever I get the money for it. I only have iTunes because the phone I have has a shuffler on it. But I barely even use it.

The point of this, I really don't know.

I need a Christmas outfit to match my shoes, a haircut and possibly different color, money for Gaslight Anthem tickets, a dress for New Year's Eve, black eyeliner, and suede cleaner for my uggs, because they're in pretty rough shape.

Failure By Design- Brand New

"This is a lesson in procrastination/ I kill myself because I'm so frustrated/ and every single second that I put it off/ means another lonely night I gotta race the clock"

Totally procrastinating my American Romantics/Transcendentalists paper right now. But it's okay, because I know what I'm doing with it. I'm just so wired on coffee right now, I'm not worrying myself so much about it. But I'll be regretting this tomorrow when I'm taking my math final at 9am. Will definitely by regretting it. Anywho-

So my nights have become pretty routine. I get in bed to either do some work or read or whatever and I turn on Lifetime at 11 o'clock to watch two episodes of Will and Grace. After that, I switch on Adult Swim and watch Robot Chicken, and then when that ends, I watch Moral Orel, which is such a good show, I'm telling you.

Okay, I really wanna be asleep between 2am and 3am, so I should just finish this shit up.

Point of this blog... nottaclue.

Three Miles Down- Saves the Day

"After a while you can make yourself believe in almost anything."

If you make yourself believe you don't care anymore... eventually you won't.

Speak- Imogen Heap

Lately I have found myself asking if I am a really good friend, or just a push-over.

There have been circumstances occurring in my life as of late that in a sense, aren't that "as of late" at all. These certain situations, which will be elaborated on shortly, have happened a lot in the past, so I guess it's old news. The only thing new is the way I am reacting to them.

As I have said before, if my roommate had her way, she would surgically attach herself to her new boyfriend. Actually, I take that back. She could never have him be surgically attached to her because that would mean he would see her texting her ex-boyfriend all the time. As far as his knowledge goes, her ex is just "a friend from home".

Allow me to comment on THAT. If she plans on having a long term, serious relationship with this guy, WHICH SHE DOES, then will she continue this lie throughout it's entire duration? And yes, it is a lie. Though her ex is her friend from home, we all know that an ex is much more than a friend. So good luck to her with that one.

Continuing on... After I got back from my 3-4:15 class today Kristen, and of course, her boyfriend were in the room. She was fiddling with some of her stuff while I was on my computer. When I turn to look at her, she is standing curiously behind our big circle chair thing. You know, one of those unfoldable ones? She tells me that they're going to the movies and she'll be back in a bit. Whatever, perfectly fine. We say goodbye, and I look back at my computer screen. When I turn back again to watch them leave, I notice she's carrying her big black canvas tote, or as I like to call it, her "over-night bag". I get up, walk to the sink, and notice that she took her toothbrush. I then make the connection that she was standing by the chair in order hide her bag.

Excuse me. We are all adult, human beings here. We've been taught at an early age the fundamentals, the necessity, the importance of communication. Why would she neglect to mention that she is not only seeing a movie, but OH YEAH, sleeping over Sean's. What was she so worried about? That I would say, "NO, DON'T LEAVE ME!" That I would cry? That I would ask if I could sleep over too?

Am I the only one who thinks her actions are absurd?

Little does she know that her sleeping over his house doesn't bother me at all. Because when she is gone, Sean is gone. I don't have to deal with my third roommate. I can put the tv as loud as I want, adjust the heat to how I like it, watch dumb, pointless comedies like "Bench Warmers" without being made fun of. I can read a book without their make-out noises in the background. I can do a thorough inspection of my pores, I can... We'll you all know what I'm trying to get at.

I enjoy the time alone.

So I texted her and said, "Your toothbrush ran away or I guess you're sleeping over Sean's?" She responds, "I wasn't sure when I left, but yeah."

So okay, if I bring this up to her, she'll tell me that she brought the bag "just in case" which we all know is bullshit. The movie theatre, as I told you, is 5 minutes away from school. After the movie, you would have to know if you were sleeping over or not by then, so you shoot back to school and grab your shit! And if you still didn't know then, you would have to pass school anyway to get on the highway to go to his house.

I rest my case with this one. And I didn't write her back. I figured I would save her the trouble of bullshitting me.

All nestled in bed, I get a text from Courtney asking if I am coming out tonight. I had no idea there was a party, but didn't really feel like drinking. And besides, everyone just usually drinks, then goes to the bar anyway and I cannot get in because my fake ID doesn't scan. And they always scan at the bar everyone goes to. But Courtney tells me that the bar isn't happening tonight. So I happily get out of bed, throw on some fresh make-up and my Beastie Boys tee and head out.

The party is the usual scene, and I'm not having as much fun because I'm not drinking, but I'm making the best of it. I make fun of really intoxicated people while having conversations with them, but they're drunk, so they don't catch on. It's how I entertain myself in these situations. I watch flip-cup, beer pong, girl's argue. I'm observing, just like Dickinson.

At around quarter of one, I'm watching Courtney play the longest game of beer pong when I hear her shout, "Okay! Two minutes!!" I immediately look at her, and I know she can tell. After a few moments, she finally meets my eyes. I ask her where she's going. And she says, "I don't know, can you hand me my bag?"

I keep looking at her and I ask if she's going to the bar? Still holding her hand out for her bag, she looks at the other end of the beer pong table and says, "Um, maybe. Yeah. That okay?" The dismissal is what really set me off.

What if I said no? What if I said, "No, Courtney. That's not Okay. Stay here with me." Maybe she would've stayed. But I knew that her going to the bar would just be a chain reaction. Everyone else would go. And I would be either sitting in the house, waiting for her to call me and pick her up OR doing what I'm doing now: Back at my room, chillin with mah-self.

Instead of answering her, I give her the bag and say, "Cool. I'm going. Peace." She calls for me as I'm walking away. I flash her a peace sign and say, "I'm not staying, have fun!"

Courtney is more than welcomed to go to the bar. But don't dick me around acting like you want to have fun with me at a party when really, all you want is a ride so you can get trashed and act like the crazy drunk girl from "Nick and Norah".

As I drove back to campus, I thought about her being that crazy drunk girl and getting in trouble. No matter how mad I was or if I felt conned or stupid or like I wasted my time, I did tell her I would drive her. So I sent her a text telling her to call me to pick her up. I didn't care about the time, I'm just holding out my end of the bargain. And besides, no one else tends to have her back when she gets herself into this state of mind. She texts me back, "Mul i love you", which I think was an attempt to write "OK i love you", but whatever.

Is it wrong that I'm angry? Am I just pissed because I feel left out cause I can't get to the bar? Am I being a baby? Am I taking out my aggression from Kristen onto Courtney? Or am I just fed up?

So now I wait. I'll wait for Courtney to call me, I'll pick her up from the bar, take her to her apartment, make her some food, take her dog out, and make sure she gets into bed with a water bottle after taking some advil.

Good friend or door-mat? I can't tell anymore.

Where Does the Good Go- Tegan and Sara

After going to the gym with Courtney today, she suggested we go to the movies. We both have been wanting to see this new movie that was advertised around Thanksgiving.

So I call for movie times, and what luck! The movie we want to see is playing in 20 minutes. The theater is a five minute drive away.

We went to go see "The Boy in Striped Pajamas". Let me just tell you.. this movie rocked me to the core. I was balling my eyes out through the whole last half hour of the movie, not to mention periodic tears throughout. If you thought "Schindler" was bad, you haven't met "Boy".

Such an amazing movie though. Beautifully done. And the soundtrack, ah! It just flows with the movie so, so well.

Go see this movie.

Kiss Me At Midnight- N'sync

I got quite a bit accomplished today...

I finished the majority of my Christmas shopping. The list had to get cut back this year, unfortunately. I just need to buy for my dad, my brother, and a few friends. And i tried this new way to wash my hair. Apparently, shampooing strips your hair of essential oils, so I'm trying to stray away from that. Instead, I found this organic remedies on this online site. Just make a baking soda paste, work it into your roots and massage your scalp. Let it sit, then rinse it out. Wash the ends of your hair with apple cider vinegar/water solution. We'll see how it works out...

Also, I've been listening to a lot of N'sync Christmas, and I cannot begin to describe how hilarious Chris Kirkpatrick's voice is. The oldest one out of the whole group with the most boyish voice... ever.

I also cannot stress how badly I need a damn job. Shopping today really made me realize that I can't keep waiting around for cash to fall into my lap. Maybe I'll make some calls tomorrow and see if anyone at home is hiring... And hopefully, when I come back next semester, I'll be able to swing a job at Lucky Brand. Maybe even squeeze in a work study.

The point is, I want to support myself and not worry about money anymore. Not like that will ever happen, but seriously.

p.s.- last night, i went to bed at 8:45 and didn't get up til 9:45 the next morning. it was, in a word, phenomenal.


On a closing note, here is a comic thing I just drew inspired by the phrase, "excuse my french."

Night!

If You Hate Your Friends, You're Not Alone- Pretty Girls Make Graves

I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb.

And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead,
Then space began to toll

As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.

And then a plank in reason, broke,
And I dropped down and down--
And hit a world at every plunge,
And finished knowing--then--

-Emily Dickinson


We're studying Dickinson's poetry in my American Romantics class and I have to say, I really do enjoy her poetry and envy how easy her genius came to her. I wrote a poem too, but it's nothing compared to hers...

i'm tired of letting it roll off
my shoulders wearings away/
i'm tired of turning a blind eye
pretending I've nothing to say/
it's building up inside of me
this cork is bound to burst/
these gloves are about to come off
wait and see who swings first-

That's written about my roommate because she's been annoying the shit out of me lately. Her boyfriend got his second DUI a while back. His dad works at the school and gives him rides to class every day, but he doesn't leave until his dad does. That's usually around 6, 6:30. So guess what I get to do all day? Walk on eggshells, not relax, listen to their cooing whispers, her "playfully" punch him, and their gross wet sloppy making out. It's like I don't even exist in my own room.

And what's more fucked up is that I have asked her time and time again to tell me when he is coming over, and she never has. I just stopped asking her to tell me because A) she doesn't do it and B) I just assume he'll be here anyway.

Kristen says her biggest fear is being alone, but I got some news for her: She is alone. Yeah, she has a boyfriend, whoopty fucking doo. But she's pushing away all of her friends. When she would cry about her ex, Kevin or ask us what she should do about a bad relationship, we were all there for her BECAUSE SHE WANTED US TO BE THERE FOR HER. SHE NEEDED US. And of course, being the good friends we are, we we're more than happy to listen to her sob stories. They were immature and futile, but we never said that. We understood that what may seem immature to us, was a big deal to her. But now that she has her "dream guy" and isn't "alone" because she has a boyfriend, she's pulling away from all of us.

The girls who live off campus never see her anymore. I make it a point to go visit them at least once a week. Yes, Kristen is a dancer and usually has rehearsal, but she doesn't have that every day. And if she REALLY wanted to see Colleen and Courtney, she would make the effort to call them and maybe plan to do something during the day. But of course, she doesn't do this. She would rather lay in bed with her boyfriend and coddle and coo.

Another thing that bothers me about Kristen is that everything that happens to her is the worst thing ever. If you have a headache, she has a migraine. If your stomach hurts, she just threw up. If you have a soar throat, she has an ulcer on her tonsil.

She doesn't realize how lucky she is. Her family is healthy, they don't have to worry about cutting back for Christmas, her parents have stable jobs. Whatever...



So anyway, I was in bed watching cash cab listening to a sloppy make out session and I just snapped. And it felt so good. And she didn't say shit back to me. But I'm sure when I turned around, she gave me the finger. That's how she can get sometimes. So now I'm writing all of this down just to get it out, and I can feel her judgy eyes barrelling into the nape of my neck. And when I leave, I wouldn't be surprised if she goes on my computer to try and look up this blog and read what I wrote about her.

Good Luck.

Ahhhhhhhhh, anyway. I need to get some dinner and read Sula.

Have a good one. Hope you have wonderful roommates.

Talk Show Host- Radiohead

Well, look at this. I am procrastinating again. It is 1:47 in the morning and I only have four and a half pages written of an eight page paper that is due tomorrow at 3pm. I am in one of the twenty-four hour student centers writing this, because I know that if I do this in my room, I'll be tempted to catch the end of adult-swim or crawl into bed. Part of me is debating leaving right now and just finishing this in between classes tomorrow, but there is something that compels me to stay in McShea...

I am sitting next to a group of kids playing Dungeons and Dragons and it is fucking hilarious. Not just because there are these four guys sitting around actually playing out the game, but I love listening to the stories that these guys are creating as the game goes on. And they are so shameless! They don't give a shit as to how goofy or nerdy they look, and it is some what admirable. But damn, it is funny to listen to them.

You know that group of weird kids back in high school, and how they would speak with deeper voices, use SAT vocab, and over-enunciate their words... well that person in the Dungeon Master. He'd be pretty cute if it wasn't for that pony tail. And they keep referring to the "last session" which means that this must be some kind of weekly meeting.

Well, my friend Rene just showed up, so I guess I should get back to work...

But first, to sum of the weekend...

My old roommate Haley came up to visit so it was very nice to see her again. It snowed all Saturday, so Bob and I ended up just sleeping over his house playing on the computer for a bit before going to sleep. The next morning we headed to some outlets to get some Christmas shopping done, and I bought a delicious smelling Yankee Candle. After he dropped me off at school, I went to Courtney's Christmas concert. For the encore, they sang Carol of the Bells. I got chills.

And now, I'm writing this damn paper.

Where are you Christmas?

(p.s.- the title of the blog is just the song i have playing on my itunes, though i am not listening to it. my computer is on mute because the D&D kids are playing music that i cant really put into a genre. hm. thats weird for me.)

A Charlie Brown Christmas- Vince Guarldi Trio

There is no other album in the world that can be played right now. A light flurry has been dusting Center Valley for the past two hours or so, and I am so thrilled about it.

I am acutally listening to this album right now while glancing out my christmas-light bordered window. I think what I love best about this album is that there is little to no singing, and so many of the songs actually sound like snow falling, children ice skating, decorating the tree, or wrapping presents.

I was never this into Christmas before, even as a little kid. It was when I went away to school that I really started to love it because it is just such a reminder of home. I absolutely love the feeling I get from this time of year though.

Elvis said it best when he asked, "Oh, why can't every day be like Christmas?"
Good question.

I could never be in a place where it wasn't cold around Christmas. That just doesn't sit with me. I could live in a warm place like Sacramento or San Fransisco (Bob) but I would have to come home around Christmas.

Well, that's all for now I guess. Tomorrow and possibily some of Monday will be devoted to writing my paper for my American Romanticism class.

We Only Come Out At Night- Smashing Pumpkins

"We only come out at night... The days are much to bright."



My roommate and I are convinced that our room is haunted. Which doesn't exactly make sense, since this is a brand new dorm, but there is something here that feels... out of place.

When I lived in Tocik, the girl's freshman dorm, I have had two paranormal experiences. I lived on the first floor, room 104. When I was in the bathroom putting some toiletries away, I heard a girl's voice say "hello" right behind me. When I turned around, no one was there. A few months later, I was getting out of the shower and I distinctly heard the violin playing. I thought it was my roommate who played the viola. When I opened the door and poked my head out to make a joke about my roommate's nerdy instrument, no one was there, and the music stopped. I knocked on my suitemates' door to see if they were playing music. When no one answered, I opened the door and no one was there. I later found out that years ago, a girl hung herself in her room, which was now converted into the first floor lounge. The lounge was not even 20 feet away from my room.

Last year when I lived in Brisson, I was in the communal bathroom in the middle of the night. I went to the bathroom and after I washed my hands, I just stood there. I felt very strange in the bathroom at that moment. I stood in front of the sink, really concentrating on listening, to see if someone else was in the bathroom. A few seconds later, the radio turned out at full blast. Needless to say, I booked it out of that bathroom.

Now this year, my roommate and I are both noticing weird things going out around the room. When I was messing around on the computer Tuesday night, I kept noticing weird lights going by in my peripheral vision. At first I thought it was just headlights going by, but the blinds were down. Whatever, I still didn't think anything of it. Then I noticed a ruby light reflecting off my lamp: My matt, black lamp. Not silver, reflecty mirror lamp... Black. Not reflective what so ever. I got up from my desk and pretended I didn't notice anything.

Then this morning my roommate, Kristen, told me about what happened to her last night. She said she woke up at 3:30 in the morning and heard and unrhythmic clicking going around the room. She said it started by my bed, made its way around the room, and then persistantly clicked above her head in bed. Now when she told me about this, I blamed it on the piping in the walls, kind of getting this idea from "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" when Cheif keeps talking about the noises the pipes make in the wall. But I'm starting to think... Maybe this room is haunted.

The dorm is brand new, there's no history of death here. But maybe the ground is haunted, and who is to say that these ghosts can't roam the campus as they please? I'm toying with the idea of trying to contact one of these ghosts... But I don't really wanna fuck with all of that, haha! I need to think about this... anyway.

I just got done completely decorating my room all Christmas like! Our window is lined with colored Christmas lights, Kristen bought those little rubber sticky snowmen and Santa's to stick on the window, and we wrapped lights around the post of our lofted beds. We even have our own little foil Christmas trees. Mine's blue, Kristen's is pink. I'll probably leave her present under that tiny tree... or by it. The tree is only about 8 inches tall! The finishing touch will involve a trip to CVS because I need to find the perfect Christmas scented candle. I'm leaning more towards Egg Nog or Christmas cookies. But then again, when it comes to Christmas, I feel like you need to splurge on Yankee Candles. They really do have the best scents for the holidays.

Anyway, I think I'm going to watch Jerry Springer before going to class to discuss Emily Dickenson, haha. Quite the transition.

nothing.

Well. I am back at school. After a lovely Thanksgiving break, I am back at school. After days of yummy food, living in my pajama's, all-too serious fights over board games, and just being happy with my family, I am back at school.

This break was such a tease. I want the semester to be over so badly. But I'm sure after two weeks of being home, I'll want to be back at school, haha. Anyway...

Turns out that kid Conrad has a girlfriend, but no worries. That leaves Jasper and SOS cashier guy. But we'll see.

Ugh. I don't feel like writing.

Where's this movie when I need it?