I think that maybe if I developed regular eating habits, I'd be slightly less, well ,strange. But really regular eating patterns just take too much work, or some days they do, like today it would have been to much work. And the caf is so overrated anyways.
It's getting to the end of the semester, so things around here have gotten very bizarre. Clubs are more popular then they are at any other time of the year, except the first few weeks when the freashmen are discoving they're first hangovers. Most people are stressed over exams and papers that are coming due, and sleep and all those other little things really aren't considered that important anymore. I don't like clubbing myself, I don't drink so for me it's just paying to go to a big overheated, loud room, and listen to music I don't even like. I'm stessed over my papers, I'm done with my American Lit paper, but I still have a Sociology project to do. Yippie! I think that when I go home for December, I'll just go check myself into St. E's. I'm pretty much at that point already.
I'm so proud of myself, I re-stuck up my big shark poster, and I organized my books. I even put them in alphabetical order, the books not the posters. Cause alphabetizing posters would just be wrong, not even I am that messed up.
You know what, it's 2:30 in the morning. I should go to bed, my roommate may still be on the phone, and there may be a mini-frat boy-riot outside, but I should go to bed in order to get up in time for breakfast. So buh-bye, until I'm you know, normal (normal for me, if I waited for normal this would never get updated. G'nite. |
