there is a picture of he and i sitting on my desk.  i can't help thinking that we look so cute together.  he called me "babe" yesterday..... and get this, he was sober.  sometimes i think that i've gotten over him.  sometimes i feel like dancing to big hands by the violent femmes just like angela did in my so-called life when she "got over" jordan.  other times i wake up from a wonderful dream and all i want to do is cry.  why can't i just have the guts to tell him that i want to go out with him.  damn, now that i've put that in to words it sounds awfully 10th grade of me to say.  but is it really so wrong of me to want this sweet, smart, funny, cute-as-hell guy to be my boyfriend?  someone tell me that it is.  give me some concrete reasons.  and then maybe i'll stop.

my roommate and i have educational psychology together at 12:30 on tuesdays and thursdays.  i'm typing this sentence at 12:59.  yeah.  we both woke up at the same time, looked at each other and stretched.  she said, "i don't really feel like going to psychology today."  i smiled and said, "so let's not."  and we both went back to sleep.  ah, i love the college life.

i am a busy little bee.  i have 3 papers to write.  one is finished.... one is started.  i did all of my math homework.  i have to practice to be an RA tonight.  i have a math test tomorrow.

man i can't wait for the weekend!  =)