The weekend has arrived and my roommate has fled. She has family in the area (I think I mentioned it before), so she got permission to stay with them. So I have a room all to myself and can post at 1 AM. Wahee!

This evening was fantastic. Leslie was in town visiting Jessie and so we got together for dinner. It was so nice to see both of them. We had great laughs and stories and memories. I felt homesick for State College more than I have probably... since we left. Reminded me of why I loved living there so much. In any case, after a lovely dinner, we went to two different bookstores and browsed for hours and hours. One of them had a few books that might be purchase worthy, so I'll probably go back during the weekend or sommat. The ladies gave their regards to all of the family.

I finished watching The Fog of War, which I borrowed from the school library. War really sucks. I have no idea what we're able to do to stop it though. Many crazy people are in charge.

At midnight, I had to go to the lounge for curfew. It was painless. Afterwards, the (cute) RA came knocking on my door wondering where my roommate was. I thought to be flirtatious, only to realize a few days too early that he's like... twenty eight. Damn me and my inability to be attracted to people who are within reach. Perhaps it's a defense mechanism. That way I can only expect to be turned down. Ahhh... girly woes, not worthy of your time. Apologies.

I kind of wish I had chosen illustration instead of graphic design. I think we're the only class that didn't get Prismacolors, and although that's becoming a huge issue in my mind, it isn't my primary concern. Illustration seems like it'd be in my ballpark, what with the doodling and character creating that I do in my free time. I guess there's always majors in one with a minor in the other. They go well together like peanut butter and jelly. Or fridges and microwaves. Microfridge. God, that machine is killing my carrots. They come out of that box like carrotcicles. Damn Microfridge and its inventors. Damn them straight to hell.

Hell is the world of the day. Word, I mean. It's all thanks to R.S. McNamara.

There are some RAs pounding on the door next to mine. They've been there for a while. I wonder if the person isn't in. Dodging curfew. Bad people.

I'm obviously tired but I overate so I can't really sleep. Never mind. That's a flawed statement. I haven't tried yet, but it's not getting to a point where I really want to... yet.

Maybe it is. Perhaps I'll read a bit.

Ugh. My digestive system. My alimentary canal. Unhappy intestines.

Goodnight, my loves. I miss you all. Kisses, hugs, appropriate greetings, etc.