"I don't like keeping a journal...I never kept a diary before. I wouldn't know what to write. I still have our conversations saved....but I don't like writing in journals. [pause] I don't like writing. I am lazy. Mmmmmm... [pause] Crazy!"

That's what you get for being too observant. And also what you get when your headphones are not loud enough to block out conversations that aren't meant to be heard. Last year, my headphones couldn't save me from the noises that drifted over ten feet away when my roommate and her date were messing around. Well, my other roommate is smart enough to close the doors. But hey, noise never bothers me. In fact, noise is what makes life interesting. :)
Unfortunately, I distinctly remember what happened when I finally couldn't endure the embarrassment anymore. Sigh, pain sucks, doesn't it?

I feel bad for Julie (aka Marisol and Becky's roommate). She and her boyfriend recently broke up. Although I don't know her that well, I want to offer my support. And do what other people couldn't do for me when I was at that point in my life. Sucks, yes.

Stacee came to visit me today! Despite the fact that I spent the majority of her visit writing my paper, yes the visit was pretty interesting. I have done the last-minute papers before, but I never did it so last minute. It's just that the past week I was constantly in Soda Hall doing my cs project. Then that wonderful night on Friday...bleh, so it made me procrastinate. I want some cookies. Must make cookies.

Once long ago, there was a young child. She stood in the mist, the fog surrounding the house. Then the sunlight broke through, casting its warm rays onto the child's golden hair. And she smiled.