What's love?

Well? Woo, yeah, slow down, baby.

Sophomore year has so far been a disappointment, but not a major one. However, a confusing one. I can't see what's going on, but sometimes you realize all of a sudden how much you miss or you've missed someone. It's just crazy. Either way, I really miss my old dorm room. Soooo spacious, and so liberating. Just, fucking awesome. I wish I had a mirror. I don't have a mirror in this room, and it figures that it's the time when I have the least acne on my face that this happens. Yeah.

I also miss having my last roommate as my roommate (apologies to the current one), but I realize that there's no way the same situation could happen again. He's really, really busy now, but I miss the 4 AM hour craziness, and all that shit. His desk lamp, our crazy shouting at 5 AM, speaking Japanese, English, and French interchangeably (and one time, he spoke Cantonese and I spoke Filipino just to be bitches to each other and see who gave up first (I did) )... gone!!! We're about a 10 to 15 minute walk away from each other by dorm, which sucks. SUCKS!

Anyway, short words first, I can't get laid, but I don't ever want to make the first move; so it goes. Well, this isn't completely relevant, BUT!: oddities have arisen, really. If you sleep only 7 hours a night, no less and no more, things are really odd. And that's my life so far this year, really. That's funny, because it's 2007. Really good, God. Or whoever invented the years system that puts us at 2007 AD.

Both my legs are in grave, grave danger of cramping. I guess I should try to really hydrate myself. Like, seriously, I tried to stretch out my right leg while walking and almost got an instant cramp. Oops. Why is this? It must be stress. Because my classes are big-boy shit now, and that's, uh, scary. Expectations to fill, expectations that you have to determine for yourself, or something?

The dance thing tonight was quite boring because the group of people wasn't right. It just wasn't. Oh well. There was some good music, but it averaged just above mediocrity, which isn't good.

I'm scared, but that's because I'm tired. Try to catch me tomorrow and my brevity will sack your brevity metaphorically.

That's right, I'm tired of this and semantics and I just wanna go to sleep, drift away into happy land...