Can’t Sleep

Okay, ONE day I’m going to convert this thingie into Word Press or something like it. That day isn’t today. Gah, I can’t type….Anyway, I have now returned to my cold ass dorm. Funny, almost feels like I never left. Except they moved the fridge, added a recycle tote (why, only God knows), and now you need to use a student ID to get into the building. Not sure I like that or not. Well, there is a bright spot; my roomie has MORE CDs than me. Than ME!!! Maybe it’s a Devin thing. Or Devon thing. Whatever.

Oh, I bought this song off of iTunes and it doesn’t work. Piece of crap.

I picked up my books for the fall; $364 and some change. That’s good! Esp. since most (all but one I think) were new. But that wasn’t what I was going to talk about. Basically, I have no idea what the hell I signed up for. I have an art history book. I like art, and I like history, but I don’t remember signing up for art history.

*Sigh* I want to take a nap, but there’s this stupid…thing I’m going to because I promised myself to be more social than last year. However, last year at this time I was deathly homesick, whereas this year I’m just flat out tired. I woke up at 6 AM. And that’s an half-hour later than when I planned. Whenever I’m near my parents I become even more tired, and now that they’re gone I have to go somewhere and pretend I actually want to talk to people. I JUST WANT TO SLEEP! So here’s my plan: Go to the party or whatever it is, grab food, say hi and smile, leave, sleep. Or something like that.

Alone

Whitney went home yesterday. ;_; So now I’m all alone in California. Well, August is coming up rather fast, which means soon I’ll be back at the dorms…. Yay for high speed internet! Boo for classes! Anyway, it’s half midnight, as Laura would say, and I’m not in the mood to go to bed. The only thing that makes me want to go is the fact that I plan on giving Whitty a wake up call this morning. Because she needs to watch the second half of Maury. Need to know if he’s her baby’s daddy. Um, tomorrow Grandma is going to try and get her cell fixed. And I’m going to try and get her to get me a new one. ^^

Denny's

Today I wanted to go Denny’s…except Whitney doesn’t want to get off her pasty ass and get dressed. Such is my life. And that is all for now.

Nerd

Soooo…. I’ve been listening to 4 Strings’ album. I don’t care what Whitney says, they’re better than Lasgo. You know, ever since I’ve began talking to Whitty I’ve come to realize I’m a bigger nerd than I thought I was. I mean, I’m kinda in an argument about a fantasy character with her mom. Which is sad. Very sad. Her mom is like a WOT dictionary whereas I can’t say anyones names to save my life. So while she is going on and on about some scene I read once, I can only comeback with: “Remember that dude who like died?”. Not very effective I’m afraid. The problem is, I know I’m right. Whitty is no help to anyone, Miss I-am-still-in-book-three. -_-

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