Well, well...we meet again. Sometimes having a horrible time makes for more entertaining issues. For example, when one' s roommate is a total bitch and one writes about it. It's funny and entertaining and you gain the sympathy of the reader. However, when one's life is going "oh, so smoothly" and everything is peachy keen and grand...a riot ensues cause there is no drama. I need the drama. I mean, yeah I've got some. I've got loads. I could tell you about home life and about how I can't even manage to keep a boy interested in me and my over the top paranoia about that. It's all paranoia really. He likes me. I like him. I think. I've become way intune with the stars lately. Way too intouch. I was reading what our signs were like last night together. What a lame-o? It's interesting. I think true too. I need to work on some things. Why was I so shy? Why is this entry such shit? Why am I asking so many damn questions?

STOP.

I must stop and rethink. After I graduate from college I have started to think of a plan. It's either graduate school to become a librarian...(no, I don't have a bun or glasses)...or off to the Windy City with lots of bunnies. I like bunnies. Star gazing and Denny's. Maybe I'll become a waitress at Denny's. I love those Grand Slam breakfast things. So good. I like eggs. This is a new thing for me. I don't know why but this year I have like doubled my egg intake or something. I think it has something to do with the lack of meat in my system. June 1, I become a vegetarian. Goodness, at least I can still eat eggs and dairy products. I really dig egg salad sandwiches. This entry is going from bad to worse every second. Anyways...Chicago. That's where I want to be. I've always wanted to go there. So I am. That is that. My hair is growing in brown. I miss the black already. I miss the brown. So I guess the best of both worlds. I am a hypocrite.

Indie boys rock my world. I miss 4.1. 
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