december10b

Why is it, that whenever I don't want to do something, I get tired? If someone came to me right now, and said, "hey, lets go have a party," I would jump to the occassion. But when I have to study and pack, I am tired.

Time flies when you have a lot of stuff to do.

I took all of my pictures and posters down from my bed and walls. Sleeping, well, falling asleep tonight is going to be weird because I won't have all those pictures of my friends and those funny/interesting things i've cut out of various periodicals.

"Various Periodicals" sounds like a good name for a band. I've used it in an essay and had the urge to say that, but I didn't.

Tomorrow I am going to wear my long black skirt and my orange tank top with my gray sweater. I know this because I have packed every other article of clothing away.

I like this because these are the kind of things I used to write in my diary, but I would never finish them because my hand would get too tired. My hands have never gotten too tired to type.

My roommate asked me if there was anything in her area (where her desk is) that is mine. I told her that if there was, then I didn't want it because if it's been over there for four months and I haven't used it, I'm better off without it.

Around my computer monitor, I have a picture of each of my four friends. Two on the left, two on the right. I also have a picture of Chris O'Donnel on the top. I have to take the pictures of my friends off for the move, but because Chris O'Donnel is taped down, not just stuck up there with cheap tacky stuff, he stays. What does this say about me?

Please e-mail me if you feel completley comfortable right now.