* s t a r d u s t a g a i n s t a p a l e s k y *

A falling star is a phenomenon to an adult and magic- a miracle- to a child. Who's right? Things are what you define them. So who am I? I guess it's up to you...


*My Hair Went Flat... Man, I Hate That*

I have had Shania Twain in my head for four days now. Ergh.

Ali asked me to go to a concert the other day and I said "sure". I wasn't aware that the reason she was going was because Ben needed people to go with. I have zero idea how to act around the Ben to whom I told to quit acting fake like he actually gives a shit about whether or not I like him. Whatever. I really have no desire to see a concert anyway. Music doesn't really entertain me anymore if I don't already know it. In fact, nothing really entertains me anymore. *sigh*. I can't wait until I feel good again. I seriously can't.

My room is a DISASTER. Seriously now, its God Awful. The pile of stuff next to my bed is insane, I already have one trash bag full of whatever was getting in my way last week. There's so much trash and soda cans and dirty clothes and just... everythings a mess and nothing's where its supposed to be and it honestly makes me want to cry because I don't know where to start. My strategy thus far has been to put everything in trash bags and put it out in the hall, wash my clothes, sheets, and myself, and then clean the drawers and everything and then stasrt unpacking again. It's a lot of work but when I clean it needs to be absolutely perfect. And everything I don't need seriously needs to go. I have a box under my bed and a suitcase and both are about to be filled with the crap I don't need. Why do I pile so much unnecessary crap into my LIFE?

There's a boy here and its definitely 5 minutes before 2.

I wish that I never even knew visiting hours existed because I'm beginning to believe they are the most retarded invention in the world. In fact I think girls and guys should live in the same halls. I'm sure that we would all learn something about the opposite sex and Iearn to be comfortable with living with them, since most of us are going to do it someday in one form or another. Plus, the guys are neater than us anyway, and actually living near the neat freak guys I know would probably force me to be neat too.

I need everything to be perfect by the end of the day. Seriously, now. I'm gonna make it perfect. You'll see.


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