Feeling down

Today I feel like shit. And not "shit" as in "I feel kinda sucky" but "shit" as in "I feel like dog crap." I think everyone has a moment in her life when her friends turn against her for no good reason she can deduce. Usually, this happens around 8th grade. I guess there's just still drama in college.

Yesterday the girls all deccided to go take care of a group gift thing. They decided to leave while I was at work and text me informing me of their decision. I got the message after work and was told I could meet them at the mall if I wanted. I had a meeting last night. I wanted to go talk to the paper about the position of associate while they were doing some editing. I was gonna make myself dinner. I was given the ultimatem: come to the mall or you're not included in the gift anymore.

Stupid gift was important to me, so I went. I was pissed and quiet, but I went. Then I left, in the hope that I could still get to that associate chat if I got home early enough. I failed. They got home a couple hours later and didn't say hello. They headed to the bedroom, where they sat on the bed and chatted for at least 2 hours. I watched Grey's, did some homework, and took a shower. Each time I entered the room, no response. Afterward I climbed into bed to do some reading. Nothing.

So I woke up early today to talk to the shrink. Afterward, I came home. I was ignored. I eventually had to leave for class, but one of the roomies has that class with me. I told her I was going to leave and her response was, "Fine."

The rest of the day was spent in awkward silence. I decided to make an effort to figure things out a few hours ago. I got ignored. I'm supposed to be at a basketball game in a bit, but I'm not going because some people are pissed off at me for some reason. I feel like shit and have been bawling my eyes out for the past few hours. I can't talk to anyone because those people I am close to who are not them are either at work or at the game. I'm not mad; I just want some answers. I'm confused, I'm really hurt, and I still know that somehow this will all be blamed on me.

I really want to go home right now. I would, but I have to work tomorrow. I came within inches of trying to find someone to cover for me, just so I could leave. I called Faddy but he didn't answer the phone. I am going to die. This is one of those moments for which suicide was invented. I have never felt so shitty in my life. Good thing I'm not the dying type, or I might seriously consider jumping off the Gilman Parking Structure. If you read this, I don't need help. I won't ever try to kill myself.

I can't seem to function right now, which really bites because I need to do some homework. Instead I will apparently just sit here and wait...because I can't face the rejection right now at the game. That'll probably be turned against me too. Like, you didn't even want to come hang out with us. Well if they'd seen me sobbing for the past few hours, maybe things would be different. Doubtful, but there's a chance.

I wonder if Grandma's home yet. Maybe I should go see her. I told my mom I could go to the work party but I've reached the point where I really don't want to do anything but sit here in a robe with a ccup of cocoa and cry. Too bad I'm not even wearing a robe. Or drinking cocoa. Damn.

It's not like I don't have other friends. It's just that those girls are the ones I'm close to. I can't talk to someone else because there is no one else to talk to. I just want to go home. I am so done with this whole school thing.

Plus I may be PMSing. And Jacob's doing worse and Grandpa's in the hospital sedated and restrained.

And I may have missed out on my chance at associate because I had to meet them to deal with that gift.

And I cancelled some stuff Saturday to do the gift then. Thank God I could still reschedule that.

Wow, so writing this really helped me cool down a bit. At least I'm not sobbing anymore. I should go fix my make-up before the wrong person walks in on me. God, I hate this.

What Happens in the Rain...Stays in the Rain

Today is Tuesday. If you know me, you know how I feel about Tuesdays. It looks like it's a beautiful day but as it would happen you step foot out the door and freeze your ass off. I even talked with some random girl in the elevator about the frigid air. Aren't I just too cool?

Tell me why my c key types two c's everytime I push it. I swear to God I hit backspace so many times (two just in the word backspace) just to get the c's right it makes me wanna shoot somethin'. See how when I talk about shootin' somethin' I slip into that ol' country drawl ya'll.

Yesterday it rained. You know how they say that al the freaks come out when it rains? Soooo true. In one day I saw three freaks. That's saying something.

It all started when I was walking down the path, minding my own business, and this guy comes walking toward me. He full on stops me in the path and goes, "Hey, you work at Jamba Juice, right?" So I go, "Uh...yeah..." and he says, "Do you remember me? You made my smoothie last night! I come in every Sunday..." Totally didn't remember him. Totally nodded like an idiot and pretended I did. Seriously, who does that??

Then I was walking back from the gym and this Land Rover full of people honks at me and yells something out the window. They parked and got out of the car and there was a girl with them. I'd have killed the boys I was driving with if one of them had done that to someone while I was in the car. One time, I was at the park with my six-year-old cousin and he was out playing Star Wars with some other little kid he'd met there. This jerk in a...LAND ROVER...totally drove by and yelled in that mocking voice "Hey kid, I like your red shirt!" Lucky for my cousin, he's too young to get that the guy was being an ass, but I almost yelled some not-so-nice words back at him. Too bad the guy was huge and he probably would have come beat me up if I had. But anyway.

Freak number three came when I was heading bacck from a meeting. This boy comes whizzing by me on his skateboard. He's riding on one foot, flamingo-style. It's raining. He's got an old-fashioned pipe hanging out his mouth. I don't even know.

I also met with this guy from theatre who I thought was a freak before I met with him. Turns out he's a nice guy, in that whole he's-not-so-cute-but-he'd-probably-be-the-sort-of-guy-you-ought-to-marry way. Mathematiccs major. Yawn. But he's got the intellectual stimulation thing going for him, so maybe someday he'll find a nice girl and be happy. I'll hope he will anyway.

I've really gotta go do some homework now...which just makes all of y'all reading this super jealous, I know. If you want, maybe I'll let you read some of the books for me. Just because I am THAT generous.

Oops...

Ireland I love. Housing I hate. Tell me why good things are always attached to bad things?!?

Whatever *deep breath* I'm going to be okay.

So last night we had a little card-playing shindig. I'm not gonna name names but certain people were getting pretty close to certain other people. And why do I always TALK so damn much when I've been drinking?? I swore not to tell anyone the names of any persons I'd ever kissed and summer situations all just poured out. Pisses me off a bit now that it's morning. I knew I'd regret it the moment I spoke too. Dammit.

So this was the shortest entry ever but I'm done. Asta la-bye-bye.

Friday After Work

Ray is officially the slowest closer ever. I was okay with that, though, 'cause it was a pretty damn fun day at work until I got home to a...DRUMROLL PLEASE...empty apartment. Again. For, like, the hundredth time. Of course, when I am home these people don't do anything fun. But whenever I have to work...off they head to a party. I am so bitter right now it's not even funny. It just really really pisses me off.

But ah, wait. I just did a quick inventory check and two (yes, two) computers are missing. This means they probably went to the library, in which case I no longer am bitter. In that case, my night was hella good, even if it did take about an hour longer than it should have for us to close.

Okay, then, I'm done with this. Bye bye.

Irish Murder

I chatted with the psycho doctor again today. I was in sort of a bad mood 'cause I had to wake up at 7:00 and then I had to not do my hair and then I had to walk to his office, but then once I got there it got okay. I had to pay ten bucks today. Stupid people.

I'm pretty much certain that VMT are going to do something today without me. I'm also pretty much certain that they're having a party tomorrow night without me. Sometimes it really sucks to be so out of the loop. I've reached the point where I really doubt they will want to live with me again next year, which mean thank god for Meesh and Specs since that's probably gonna be my actual home.

Which reminds me, God I hope my application got to that DBS program. God I hope I get in. I told someone the other night that I don't think I even wanted to get into college as badly as I want to get into this. When (If?) I do get in, I plan to make an announcement and inform these folksies that I want in on the housing situation so if there's a problem with that I can get it all worked out before it's too late.

My dad came to visit yesterday for a few hours, which was pretty cool. I gave him a tour of the school and we went to lunch and to the grocery store (woohoo!) and he brought me some of Grandma's brownies and rice pilaf (not together, that's nasty).

I got jury duty. I may have already written about it but it's still on my mind so deal with it. I called the hotline and it went on and on about how you can only defer your duty for 3 months and then you can't defer it again, which sucks because that causes serious school conflict issues! Now I will have to do day-after-Christmas duty and if I get called in I swear to God I will murder someone myself (only then they'd need to find a jury for my trial and I don't want to put anyone else through that misery either...a strong of murders could result).

I should be writing a paper on Hamlet's madness. Maybe I'll just compare Hamlet to me and call it a day. Geez it's early still. I feel like I've been up forever.

Could be worse, I suppose. At least I don't have to open at work this weekend.

Work and school

Done at work again and starting to get sick of smoothies. Bleh.

I hate closing shifts. I really hate people who come into Jamba at 9:50 when we close at 10:00 and then order like 12 smoothies. Seriously. Don't come in that late. It sucks.

It rained today. It's supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. Talk about a contradiction in terms.

I want to go to the beach. I have to write an essay. Plus it rained.

At work today my detail was "Write Santa Maria's Hum Essay." See how this takes over my life? Work and hum...they can't even stay separated anymore.

Tomorrow I've got to call somebody about my jury duty. And I've got to call my sister. It's her birthday, after all. She's sort of old now. Too bad she's not doing anything fancy for her 13th or I would go home. Again.

I've got to go to bed. This is the most disjointed entry I've ever written.

P.S. I can go to a Guardian party Saturday night. Do I go or not? Opinions welcome.

Sleeping With Pumpkins

Today I celebrated my little sister's birthday by buying stuff for myself. How pathetic is that? I mean, it didn't start out as a day of shopping for me; it started out as a day of shopping for her, it just turned into an all-about-me day pretty quick. It's not my fault I find stuff everywhere and she finds nothing anywhere.

We went to 31 Flavors where they have a very delicious pumpkin pie seasonal ice cream. I had a milkshake and pretty much scarfed it down. It was like dlurping heaven, okay.

Since coming home I have realized two things. One, I really like having a bed close enough to the ground to crawl into. And two, my hair does way better in the at-home-weather than in the at-school-weather. As pathetically girly as this is going to sound, I like it when my hair likes me.

I sadly don't have anything else to write about. I was totally not even inspired to write this (or read Bacon, or do anything else really) but I figured I should write something. Last night when I felt like this I ended up falling asleep on my cousin's bedroom floor with their cat. How cool am I?

"Geez, you really need to go get laid."

Wow, so let's talk about something crazy.

Just the other day, I wrote a blog about boys needing to be in relationships. Then, just yesterday in theatre we talked about how sometimes guys are on the lookout for girls without even realizing it. Then I'm-Way-Too-Sexy-For-My-Own-Good-And-Unfortunately-I-Know-It Dude started this improv where basically he made it quite clear that he thinks he's hot and all girls should fall head over heels for him... And God, he's right...Until you start talking to him. Then, seriously, he's hte biggest jerk ever. So one of the girls goes, "Geez, you really need to go get laid; you've got a lot of sexual tension." And the Prof goes, "No, Sexy's one of those boys who really likes being in a relationship but doesn't know it yet."

I think if anyone needs to get laid it's me. Seriously. Okay, so not "laid" exactly, but anything would be good. I swear the ugly people are starting to look beautiful. That is when you know you're desperate...or drunk.

I got sent this email where you went to some website and there was a picture of a really ugly girl and then you clicked a button to "start drinking" and by the time you'd finished ten or so beers, she looked like Britney Spears. Now that is something.

I saw Faddy yesterday. I was leaving Revelle and he was arriving. It's really upsetting to me that I can't go visit him ever. Sometimes promiscuity is bad...when it ruins your visitation to a really good friend, it sucks. I miss visiting Faddy. I miss Faddy visiting me. Ugh, stupid other people.

Commit-a-phobia

Here's what I have to say about today.

Is it weird if a boy is obsessed with getting a girlfriend? Isn't that a girl thing...you know...aren't girls supposed to be obsessed with getting a boyfriend? What kind of boy obsesses the opposite way?

Mind you, this is the same boy I discussed at length the pros and cons of masturbation with. The same boy who said masturbation makes him feel worse than random hook-ups. Good thing I'm not giving out names here, because that is all pretty embarrassing. Still, it's on my mind right now.

I think it's all because I went to that stupid shrink and discussed my life. He was confused by it. Shocked by my problems. Informed me that three long-term hook-ups in the last two years is a lot for a nineteen-year-old girl. Way to make me feel better. If they weren't so much fun I might feel like a bad person. Maybe after a few chats with the man I will. We'll see.

Of course, that's not what I went in there to talk to the guy about. My dad made me go in to discuss my stepmom problems. In the process we discussed my commitment problems. How these discussions are going to help me do anything with anyone, I do not know. Maybe if I'm lucky it'll give me enough balls to tempt hot-lit-boy. Too bad right now all I'm looking for is a hook-up. In other words...I still have a problem. Dammit.

Maybe it's not a problem so much as a gift. Maybe my life will work out. Maybe I will be more like Sex and the City's Keri than I ever could have imagined.

Or maybe I'll just have commitment-phobia for the rest of my life and end up having the baby of my best friend and having to raise the poor kid alone.

Mmm, mmm, good (On Pie)

So did I not tell you that I was a bad person who frequently forgets to write in diaries? See, I don't lie.

I was trying to finish a crapload of homework this weekend and, true to Kristyn form, I failed. I am pathetic. Whatever, instead I went to Julian and ate a crapload of pie. Pie is way better than Bacon. Francis Bacon, that is.

I signed up for classes the other day and realized in the process that I have to take Bio next quarter. Who does that? I also realized that if Ireland happens (and it WILL) that means I can't take physics until my Senior year. How crappy. Way to ruin a perfectly decent quarter...with stupid science classes!

On another note, I think I should never get a job again. I swear stuff goes on here whenever I'm gone. When I'm here, it's boring. When I'm gone, stuff goes down. Too bad I like the job, or else I'd just quit. Stupid Jamba Juice.

Okay, Julian. I spent the weekend with the grandparents, which I realize would never appeal to most people. I, however, am terribly fond of the grandparents, and I had a dang good time in Julian. And then I got back here and I was on the elevator and some guy and he said he'd happened to be in Julian on Saturday too. Small world...

Oh, and my RA called me "hon" the other day. Sure sign of a gay man, that is. Only two males in my life have ever called me hon, and both of them like boys.

I went to theatre rehearsal today in the science and engineering library. The play is called Doubt and is about some psycho nun who thinks the priest has slept with the little boys in the school...anyway, one of the boys is black and the priest has this line that goes something like, "And he is the only Negro in the school..." We were in the little study room in the library and just after the priest said his line this black guy comes and knocks on the door. We open it and he says, "Could you guys keep it down a little bit; it's kind of hard to study science and engineering when you're doing theatre. I love theatre, it's just hard to do science and engineering."

Woops.

But seriously, who studies science AND engineering at the same time? Was that supposed to be a joke? Because let me tell you, this guy did not look like the joking type.

So I came home and ate some more pie to qualm my quivering nerves.

I want to play a game...

I want to play a game...

Oh my dear lord. I saw Saw III last night. Talk about intense. I had my sweater balled up in my lap and was desperately clinging to it through the whole thing. It was insane. Way more gory than the last two. Less brilliant, but still darn good.

I don't know who comes up with that stuff. It has to be the singularly most sick-minded man on the planet that writes the script for Saw. Kind of makes you wonder what he's like in person. Deep down, does he really want to do all that creepy Jigsaw crap? I seriously hope he does not have children. Poor kids.

On an entirely new note, I talked to my Program's Abroad Counselor about an hour ago. Boy was she useless. All I wanted was some information on what classes I could take that would transfer over and she was like "You'll have to talk to your major advisor about that." Good thing she was a nice lady or I might have decked her. (Ha ha, not really. Could you see me punching someone? That would probably make America's Funniest Home Videos.)

So it is Halloween today. I'm kind of over the whole having to work tonight thing. Woop-di-doo. What else would I do? Go to some party at some guy's sister's house with the roomies I suppose. That doesn't really tickle my interest. Down Under's having a bash at her place too, so I might head over to that after work anyway. Oh man, that is the most unoriginal nickname ever. She will so know that I am talking about her if she ever reads this. Whatever, nicknames are hard to come up with.

My dad found me the name of a psychiatrist in San Diego. I had seriously hoped he'd forgotten that I'd promised to go talk to some shrink. But apparently, no such luck. I guess this is just a "try it out" type appointment, so I might as well go "try it out." We'll see how it goes when it goes. I'm kind of scared to bear my soul to some random psychiatrist, but that is his job so I might as well just do it. And if things go well with the guy, I'll have to try to figure out how to break the news to my mother. Which will be interesting. Once again, we'll see how it goes when it goes.

Oh yeah, so people in my class today were dressed up. And I'm seriously still trying to figure out what the guy in my group was. What are you dressed as when you're wearing a checkered button up shirt and some serously short shorts and a random hat? I thought girls were supposed to bear skin on Halloween, not boys! (Not that I'm saying I minded seeing a little more of a certain man...if you know what I mean...just I'd rather have seen a little more of the upper half, not the lower one).

Well, on that note...

You will have to go through a series of tests, each one designed to teach you something about forgiveness. If you make it through, you will be allowed to leave here alive...

Sunday's Stream of Consciousness

Everyone has returned from their way-more-exciting-than-mine Halloween weekends. I spent today sitting on the couch watching lame Halloween television and studying for a midterm and catching up on hum reading.

Okay, so the shows weren't really all that lame. Actually, I watched this one thing on haunted hotels that was totally awesome. And now that I sound like a lame freak, we'll just leave it at that.

On a more positive note, I now know the difference between disco and doceo and traho and moneo, which means I'll ace the midterm tomorrow. Well, maybe not ace but you know what I mean.

I invited one of my professor's to lunch just now. Which probably sounds terrible if you don't go to school with me and are knowledged in the ways of the dine-with-a-prof program. Basically, I will fully admit, I am just trying to cozy up with the guy so he'll write me a letter of rec for the study abroad program. Cozy up being totally not sexual right here. The guy's like 50. Okay, I need to stop.

I watched a tape of Bailey in 42nd Street last night. She had a lead role. She was good. I am jealous.

I realized, watching that, how much you learn by taking college theatre classes. Characterization is stressed in college, and I can totally understand why. Those kids don't get it. You can tell they're acting; you just don't feel like you're up there with them. Bailey wasn't bad I suppose. Actually, at first she was quite good. Things fells through by the end but what can you expect? She's only 13.

I made some salad tonight for dinner. The last homemade dinner I did turned out awesome. This one...not so great. It kind of makes me nauseous. Too bad I am determined to eat at least 3 servings of it before I toss it. Gotta get my money's worth somehow. I'll slather it in Italian dressing later and I'm sure it'll be fine. Fingers crossed.

Somebody told me the other night that they read this thing. Now I'm gonna go and get all self-conscious about what I put in here. Maybe I should stop blabbering on about my life and start writing meaningful anicdotes on the nature of the world. Or not.

I sent an email to my high school's current Homecoming Queen today because I'm writing my writing term paper on her leukemia-stricken younger brother. Talk about swallowing some pride there. My whole family goes on about how wonderful-but-misunderstood this girl is, but let me tell you, I knew her in high school and she was absolutely not wonderful. She was the girl known to get around. And this was two years ago, which meant she was a sophomore. My friend Pish-Posh said once that he would hook-up with her if he got the chance (and he figured if he ever hung out with her, he would), but there was no way he'd ever date the girl. That's the kind of reputation she had. I don't care if you have had 2 brothers with leukemia, you just don't go and act like that. Period. Get over yourself.

So I guess all I've really said here in this entry is that my Sunday was sad and pathetic and that is why I spent it in a Mickey Mouse Halloween sweatshirt and two-sizes-too-big jeans on my couch watching back-to-back movies (The Shining and then...drumroll please...Scooby Doo).

I think I'll take a bow.

On HP and Ray

So after working two lengthy shifts with my favorite friend Ray, I've decided I do not hate him. And he doesn't hate me. Actually, we are quite friendly. I know that's thrilling and you're all just thrilled for me, but since I complained about him last entry I figured I'd let you know.

BigFreak is watching Harry Potter numero threeo right now. I'm all for HP but not so much for sitting next to BigFreak on the couch. She smells funny. I'm not being mean, it's just true. Plus, she's BigFreak. The nickname holds all the explanation you need.

I really, really, really want to write in my book right now. Everytime I hear HP I want to write. I really, really, really ought to do homework, but I don't think that's going to happen so maybe I'll just write.

On the whole "my book" note, let's chat a little about it. I'm having this little dilemma. You see, at the end of this book, the characters are going to have sex. Period. Scene's already written. It's gonna happen. Here's the problem. This is not a romance novel; the mini romance scenes just happen because it's a teen novel and all teen novels have some romance. The problem is, I let my soon-to-be 13-year-old sister read these things. And she's the sort of kid who freaks out everytime one of the characters uses the word "shit." Sex and she will not get along. Also, right before this there is a rape scene. Once again, sex. So. Do I let her read it or don't I? Hmmm...

Maybe sometime I'll publish part of the book here. Maybe. We'll see how things go.

Until next time...

Hum-drum Halloween

I am so incredibly behind on my humanities reading right now that the last thing I should be doing is writing a blog. Too bad I'm a big fat procrastinator.

So today begins Halloween weekend. I love Halloween. It's the only time of the year where everyone can be completely morbid and nobody gets disturbed by it. I have these window clings from WalMart that look like blood is dripping down. How often can you really get away with something like that?

Unfortunately, I have to work. I don't know if I mentioned it earlier (I probably did) but I work at Jamba Juice. I'm still pretty new in the whole scheme of juice-life. Usually, I don't mind work so much. I mean, I hate closing and I hate opening but midday shifts I'm fine with. Except for those days I have to work with Ray. Ray pretty much hates me. I'm pretty much not too fond of him either, so I guess it's mutual. He's a freak. I really hope he never reads this.

But this is HALLOWEEN WEEKEND. HALLOWEEN FRIDAY. My friends are going up to Santa Barbara. My other friend is heading off to a soccer tourney in Davis. I am headed off to Jamba and Julius Squeezer (the orange juicer).

I was supposed to go see Saw III after work tonight. I don't even get off until midnight, so that was really saying something. But who knows if that's still going to happen. That was the plan before half my friends up and ditched me for SB. Oh well.

So I don't have a Halloween costume. Why have one if I'll probably not get to wear it anyway? How depressing.

Of course, some part of me is glad that I'm going to have a nice peaceful weekend. Like I said, I'm really behind in hum. I've got a Latin midterm Monday. I need to read for writing. I've got to do some laundry (too bad I'm out of detergent!). So I'll be catching up, which will be good for me.

It's just depressing 'cause it's Halloween.

Boo!

***

So work is over. I was going to add another entry but basically this is the same day and I think that's a dumb idea. I might as well just add to this one.

I did work with Ray tonight. And I decided he doesn't hate me. And I decided I don't hate him. He's still a freak, but that's a theatre major for you.

To be honest, the only reason I now don't mind Ray is because he bought me and Maid Mariam some pizza. Whatever, that guy has mood swings like no other. Tomorrow he'll hate me again.

So I've decided to start nicknaming everyone I write about here. Because the last thing I want is to write about someone and then have that person read about themselves and then hate me forever (or think I hate them!). So nicknames it is. So when I call somebody something stupid like "Mr. X" you'll know it's not some kind of freakish dirty reference. It's just a nickname. I'm protecting innocence here.

All right, I'm done with my smoothie and I'm taking a shower and I'm going to bed.

Welcome...

Welcome to my blog. I was really against doing this for a long time. I keep trying to keep paper journals. And then I keep random blogs on random websites at random times. Unfortunately, I am ridiculously inconsistent. I realize nobody cares about my life, but seeing as I care about my life I'm going to write about it anyway. Plus, of course, I'll post all the usual deep universal stuff. If it affects me, of course.

For now, I'll give a little bit about myself, just in case you secretly always wanted to know.

My name is Kristyn. Currently, I'm a sophomore at UC San Diego. I am a Literature/Writing major and a Theatre minor. I work part-time at Jamba Juice in La Jolla. I spent my summer doing an unpaid internship at a newspaper called The Signal, based in my hometown of Santa Clarita, CA (that's where Six Flags Magic Mountain is, if that means anything to you). In my free time I tend to send out emails and write novels and (now) blog and watch quality TV shows/movies. I'm addicted to General Hospital, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, What About Brian, and Miami Ink and am madly in love with Jason Thompson (Dr. Drake on the soap). My favorite movie is Eulogy, my favorite actor is Robin Williams, my favorite actress is Reese Witherspoon, my favorite play is Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. My favorite color is pink, food is spaghetti, dessert is ice cream. I am really, really into alternative pop punk/rock music (stuff like American Hi-Fi, The Plain White T's, Something Corporate, etc) and recently discovered rock-flamenco music (ie. MimosA-check em out on MySpace). I work for two on-campus newspapers. I live in an on-campus apartment with four other girls. Next Fall I inend to study abroad in Dublin, Ireland, which is basically a return to my heritage (I'm about 75% Irish). I have a serious crush on a boy in my nonfiction class. I have never had a serious boyfriend because I'm afraid of commitment and I just seem to prefer hook-ups. I enjoy my parties but not too often. I get 8 hours of sleep each night and it is still NOT enough.

Hopefully that'll do for now. Those are pretty straightforward facts and I promise I'm way more interesting than those random facts make me out to be. For now, I'm going to end this entry. But don't you worry, like our Governator...

I'll be back.