Dance Rawr Dance III.

My Skelanimals Scavenger Hunt was a mess, and my roommate is being hard to deal with.

There you have it.

This past weekend was a mess. I went home Thursday for an eye appointment Friday morning where I had my eyes dilated and suffered through an annoying half an hour with a doctor (not mine) who literally speaks like a doctor would. Her voice was drawly and every thing was connected, weird and made me want to pull out her braces. Luckily, it was cloudy out so there wasn't a need for me to wear eye protection.

Another reason I really wanted to go home was to get new jeans, which I needed with a passion. So, Saturday my mum and I went to Rochester to buy some. We ended up buying around $200 worth of food for my roommate and I. That was awesome. I still need a job so badly.

Chelsey stayed over Saturday night and she had to go to a Greek Orthodox church the next morning for class and we joined her. It was so different. It was so ornate and most of the people there looked very Greek. It was cool. Their liturgies were sooo long though, but the amazing smell of the incense was enough for me to not be bothered by any length. The tones that they use to speak in is very different though. It's really hard to understand what's going on because the tone is distracting and kind of hard to understand.

After that we enjoyed a few episodes of Jonas (my mom bought me the first season-because she can) and later we went out to Target for the Scavenger Hunt.

Here is where I begin to feel like a failure.

I was suppose to be at Target by 1:45 and I was there just before 2:00. Chelsey and I didn't exactly know what my roommate's plan was until about 1:45 when we ran around getting Che's stuff packed up. We walk into Target and find the Halloween section and we see 3 people sitting down by the candy. We walked up to them and I asked if they were there for the tickets/meet and greets. They just stared at us with suspicious faces and didn't say a word. I had to say that I had the tickets/meet and greets in order for them to chillax. It was awkward, but funny and they were very happy to get them. I was also incredibly happy that they actually looked cool too! Some of the other Skelanimal winners looked a bit... frumpy. At this point I had no idea what to do. We were suppose to be the ones waiting- not the winners! They were waiting for more than an hour. So I went and sent a picture to the number I was suppose to anyway, but they never launched the Scavenger Hunt on twitter. It would have been difficult to do so without a purpose, but I still felt like it was all my fault. I felt like I honestly failed Family Force 5 and my duty toward the Skelanimal Scavenger Hunt.

We waited outside the venue for 2 hours until we were taken inside before the doors opened for our meet and greets. The winners were really awesome and cool and we were all kind of silently wigging out because we were going to meet FF5. There was one thing that sucked. It was so structured. A guy came up to us and told us "this was gonna happen and then this and that ...and then you guys can chill in here until the doors open." That was a bummer. Less personal than I was hoping for, but still awesome. Crouton was wigging out on caffeine and

I was so honestly amused by it all. He was dancing around like a lunatic... a sexy, hilarious, amazing-drummer lunatic. They ended up signing my shoes and 2 other girls' shoes and 2 peoples' arms. No one was prepared.

So we chilled and five minutes before doors we claimed our spot at center stage. When the doors did open we were bombarded by some of the most annoying girls in the history of concerts. I may never go back to another concert with those type of bands because of the girls. I don't mind touching and shoving and arms everywhere, but if you are quite obviously in someone's space you don't need to be in- that is too much. Some girl had to elbow into my neck enough that I couldn't turn my head to the left. I ignored it for awhile because I figured she'd move it after awhile. I was wrong. It eventually took me 3 tries at the elbow removal for her to get the bloody picture. Even after that there was nothing I could do to stop the screams of I LOVE YOU, (insert name here) to any one of the guys from the bands that was slightly good looking. I also think I've gotten over the wanting to touch the band members as well. These girls had their arms strectched out for entire songs just to touch the lead singer 10 times in one show. Why? Why???? Touching him will not make all your dreams true, children. You're just touching one more sweaty person than you were before.

The one thing I live for now is the eye contact. That is my favorite part of any concert. When you make that eye contact of true admiration and its like a mutual respect situation. You respect the hell out of them for making and performing such amazing music and they respect you for enduring the bruises, limited breathing/moving room and still managing to dance while screaming out their lyrics. It is love out there.

So anyway, the concerts we awesome. I just kind of got through I-Rival and Queen's Club and by then if I would have allowed myself to close my eyes and sleep- I probably would have. I was so drained. Then Cash Cash came out and I dealt with the screaming girls and enjoyed their music very much. Next was Breathe Carolina. I haven't stopped listening to them since the night of the concert. I found one of my deepest loves that night. If you don't know who Breathe Carolina is, they are a band with 2 vocals; one mainly sings and the other screams and does other singing. They're like techno with a screamo twist- it's awesome. They're show didn't really include the stage lighting, it was just their lights and laser things so I wasn't distracted by them and was honestly inlove with the music. I realized yesterday that the singer is completely adorable. He's not "oh my gosh so hawt," he's just so freaking cute. Moving on...

Family Force 5 blew my mind away on the tiny tiny stage. They party in their concerts and I love that. I nearly touched Soul Glow's crotch, which was awkward, but I pulled my hand down quickly. I avoided the "party foul." Hah. I alluded to FF5.

Amidst Cash Cash I actually realized some asshole's gum was in my hair. So that was fun. After FF5 we were soaked. It was so sweaty in there and when we went outside it was cold and raining. Perfect. I drove in circles shivering and trying to see through the rain until I finally found the exit and went home to listen to Breathe Carolina. =)

I started typing this two days ago and had to go to class and since then it's been sitting there on my dock begging to be finished. So I'm probably forgetting a lot, but it's probably better that way.

So I'll say goodbye for now, then.

Concert & Almost Dying.

I sit here trying to start a blog about last night while watching To Wong Foo Thank for Everything, Julie Newmar in which Patrick Swayze, John Leguizamo and Wesley Snipes are all drag queens and I'm trying to remain composed. It's so distracting.

It was overall a good movie though.

So! Last night was incredible. We had a bit of a problem with some girls who were obnoxious, bratty and only there for House of Heroes. I can understand that, yes, but they could have at least acted like they were enjoying hearing some new music. If you're in the front, you're there to party/rock out regardless of who you originally there for. I love going to concerts because I get to listen to new music and find new bands I didn't know of before as well as listen to bands I love. Here are some pictures from last night...

Club 3 Degrees.

Bassist of Hyland.

Adam of The Wedding.

Tim of House of Heroes.

With Tim. =)

Tim Skipper is an absolutely gentlemen. He is one of the nicest and most sincere guys/band members I have ever met. Some people from bands are kind of off somewhere else and it seems like they're floating through the signings and meeting people. It's always awkward too, but with Tim its so easy. We've met him before- 3 years ago at Sonshine.

And we were too star struck with him then to actually say more than answer the simple normal questions he asked us. So last night we talked to him for a good 5 minutes or more and then watched him skip off to meet his friend who was at the show. It was cute. I want to meet a guy like Tim Skipper. Honestly. He made my night by just being amazingly kind to everyone he talked to.

So after the concert we headed out and I asked Kris to drive because I really didn't want to. Yeah, I shouldn't have done that. The directions we had were crap and then since she really doesn't have common sense she didn't turn where she could've/should've and we got lost. In the process we were at an intersection and in the middle lane to go straight. She decided to turn right last second and didn't look to see if anyone was coming. There was a huge pickup truck in the right lane. It was honestly centimeters away from killing James and I who were on the passenger side of the vehicle. She doesn't have really good driving/reaction skills outside of basketball. She almost killed us. I have never felt so odd in my life. I was so upset, thankful and scared. Most of all I felt saved. Being so close to certain pain and possibly death and then being free of it. It hit me deep. I during Abandon Kansas they played Amazing Grace and I'm pretty sure, but not positive, I asked God to show me something; show me Him. It may be odd, but I took that as I sign. My life could have been gone just. like. that. Yet, here I sit. Alive.

Now what do I do with that?

Praise Him in all we think, say and do.

We live to glorify God. - I tend to forget that a lot, and it's about time I remember.

Here's To A Good Weekend.

Yesterday I drove an hour and a half to University of Wisconsin Stout to pick up Marissa. We then drove back amidst the traffic AND construction, but it was fun. Later we ended up driving to St. Paul and picking up James and headed back to hang out here.

It took us around 2 hours to actually put in A Knights Tale, which James wanted to watch. In that two hours we watched the newest episode of The Office, YouTube videos of animals with human voices, and just screwed around in general. We barely watched the movie. Everyone continued to mess around on the laptops and when James found out I had a Snuggie it got a little crazy. After the movie was done James was completely out of it. He was tired and mumbling. We ended up YouTubing 70's porn music and sex toy websites from there. Kris(my roommate), Marissa and I were laughing at all the names and disturbing gizmos with James randomly laughing or moaning from the ridiculousness of us. We ended up watching a video from a couple years ago and I ended up in tears from laughing so hard. It was like I was actually crying. I have never laughed and cried like that before. It was insane.

Marissa and James ended up hitting each other until they fell asleep and woke up hitting each other as well. Yesterday Marissa repeatedly sang "I hate everyone" and I ended up doing the same. So last night in my dream we must have went to a Say Anything concert and afterward I pretty much hung out with Max Bemis for hours. It was one of the best dreams ever. I woke up to Saw 1 being played in the living room.

So tonight we're all going to Club 3 Degrees to a concert with Hyland, Abandon Kansas, The Wedding and House of Heroes.

Overall I realized how much I love these people. There are few people that I will be staying in contact with from high school and it will include these crazy people.

That is all. Off to listen to more Say Anything and prepare to have my face rocked off by The Wedding tonight. =)

Confessions and Dreams.

It's actually only one dream... and one confession. So it's good news for you.

Last night or this morning I had a crazy dream.

It started off with me wanting to be in this apparently cool group with some friends. We were driving stealthily down the highway in some 4-wheeler-like contraption and I was under the belief they were illegal. I saw a cop and Connie said, "After six o'clock they're illegal..." It was about 4 minutes or less to six. We zoomed past the cop and through hills and whatnot. So, since I wanted to join their posse/gang I had to go through some preliminary things. Part of it was a journey to get somewhere, but apparently people either in the clan/posse/gang or in a rival one didn't want me to survive and see the day I became a part of it. So I was being manhunted. At some point I realized my fingers on my left hand were stuck and when I looked down I saw I had staples either in or around my knuckles to keep me from out stretching my fingers. Naturally, I decided to try and outstretch them anyway and didn't feel pain as much as the feeling of a staple dragging through and cutting my skin. But that part was alright with me. I had to wear a yellow/orange colored swimsuit and eventually that had to be covered up so I wouldn't be caught by the people who wanted me dead. I put on a purple swimsuit over it... inside out. Which, obviously, causes a problem later or else I wouldn't have noticed it. Along the journey to this place I had to get to, my future gang/posse/clan continued to ask me how excited I was for the tiara... which I had visions of. This tiara was gained after you join... and that is, guess what, stapled to your head! Who would have thought the staples would come back into play! Eventually someone noticed my orange/yellow suit under the purple (because it was inside out) and I eventually realized that I didn't have to put up with this. I stopped and chose to not be apart of their group. They let me go! I then woke up.

It's funny to get this all out of my head and realized where all the ideas came from...

The Cop - I saw a cop parked on my way to class. (It was parked similar in my dream.)

The Stapler - I bought this new awesome mini power stapler recently.

Connie - She's been updating stuff on facebook a lot lately... I see new things everyday.

Six O'clock - My roommate told me something about the stoplights at the ramps to the highways turn off around 6.

The Swimsuits - I watched Stick It. Their outfits where different colors and one was orange and yellow. In a different part of the movie she had to get a new one and thats is where I think i got the idea from.

Thats all I can figure out.

This made me realize that after years of denying it and months of being on the brink of it... I do in fact finally love Miley Cyrus. It was that performance on Divas with Sheryl Crow (whom I hate) that I finally realized what happened in those 4 minutes. I did have respect for her before, but not anything like this. She's just awesome.

The Kelly Clarkson and Melissa Ethridge song was awesome as well. Kelly is ridiculously amazing. I love seeing her jumping around, rocking out and doing what she loves despite what people say about her. She's an incredible singer. More love to go around, I guess!

I have no class tomorrow, so I have no problem staying up to type this! I actually plan on reading after this as well. I'm finally reading Eragon. I started it about a year ago, but stopped. Now I'm determined to read it... and the next 2 books in the trilogy. Woo!

I'm still psyched for Family Force 5, but right now I'm more excited to see what my gift is than anything! Selfish yes, but after I get mine then I'm going to be pumped to give away tickets to someone! It's going to be fun. I have a feeling I'm going to repeat myself about that so many times in the next week.

Parting question: Why does Leona Lewis have blonde hair? It's like an very very light brown. It looks odd.

KTHXBAI

The Happiest Girl.

You cannot fathom my happiness at the moment.

I don't care about school or the world or anything! All I care about is being a FAMILY FORCE 5 CLUE HIDER in Minneapolis for the DanceRawrDance3 Tour!!

After my missing class this morning I emailed my prof my assignment in case she would accept an excuse of a flat tire (which happened 2 weeks ago today). So I was dreading opening my email. I opened my inbox to find this....

My heart stopped.

I never win anything and being chosen for this... is incredible. I was POSITIVE I wasn't going to be chosen because it was "first come, first serve" basis and some chick had written in a comment under the blog post "minneapolis :)." After that I was really frustrated, but got over it. So, voila. I get two meet and greet passes. I'm going to faint, choke up, fall over... pretty much anything you can think of. I'm getting knots in my stomach just imagining meeting Family Force 5.

Just. Wow.

I'll write more about it after it happens, obviously. This is awesome. I am seriously the happiest girl in Minneapolis right now. They'll send me the tickets and passes that I'm giving away to the person who finds me as well as my 2 meet and greet passes. They're also sending me a "special completely exclusive gift" for helping them. As if meeting them wouldn't be enough for me! This is heaven on earth. This is love.

If you have never heard or heard of Family Force 5 before then I encourage you to do so! Don't let anything stop you from at least listening to them. They are a fun-loving band with an amazing stage performance. Go check out one of DRD3 tour dates.

Go see for yourself.

Spread the FF5 love. =)

Waiting For Class.

I'm sitting here in these nasty chairs on the 3rd floor of the Kopp building waiting for my math class. I just met John, here who is in my math class as well. He commented on the chairs, introduced himself and sat rather close with his foot on the same table as my feet. I just realized, or remembered, how horrible I am with meeting new people or talking to people in general. I can never say the right thing. I meet my favorite band- I choke up and say, "Hi," "Good" and, "Thank you" all in the same high pitched voice that does not belong to me. I go to the checkout at Zumiez- they ask "What's up?" and I reply, "Good." I've got some verbal/vocal problem.

I have no problem if the other person is more talkative than I am, but you cannot expect me to start or keep a conversation going. It's sad. So that's why I sit here, on my laptop with earbuds in. So people don't bother me and I don't have to make a fool of myself. Voila. I'm isolating myself from the world!

(insert 5 minutes of painful things.)

I went to check facebook, because I'm like that, and I saw my friend Simon posted something 7 minutes ago. I checked the chat frantically to see if he was still on. He wasn't. I checked if he poked me. He didn't. It sucks. He doesn't get online very often and usually when he does I hear how he's doing, but not lately. He's fallen out of touch and I don't want to let go. I sincerely miss talking to him. I can't call him because he lives in London. That's costly.

I also saw a post by TFK about the Creation Fest Tour and went to check the date again- just to make sure. The date for Iowa is no longer listed. You could say I'm crushed. FM Static is touring as well and I've waited so long to hear them and now... it's just taken away from me.

I feel robbed. Robbed of my friendship. Robbed of my music. Robbed of my sanity.

I slept in this morning and missed my once a week reading class. It's ironic that last night I was getting upset that it was half online and half classroom because now I'm thankful for it. I am still upset. I went from an okay mood to spiraling downward.

This. Just. Sucks.

I'm going to my math class now. Live on without me, world.

This Was A Mistake.

Last night I was quite happy with getting to bed around 10:30pm, but apparently I didn't want a good night's rest because I spent the next 2 hours YouTubing everything from Thousand Foot Krutch's Breathe You In Acoustic to very unknown teenage hardcore artists flaunting what they may or may not have and I eventually landed at Billy Ray Cyrus' Achy Breaky Heart which made me laugh myself to sleep. Unfortunately, before I found the handsome Billy Ray in the old video, I had an epic silent breakdown in my room.

That breakdown was due to Breathe You In. That song always gets to me. I realized how lost I am in my faith and even though "I try so hard to not walk away," or I try so hard to convince myself of what I know I believe. I don't know if an outsider of my mind can get around that sentence, but thats pretty much how I feel as well. I doubt my faith and faith in general all the time. It's ridiculous. So whenever I hear that song after not listening to it for awhile, it hits me. I just want my faith. I want to "breathe You in." For awhile, I'm back to where I should be; faith-wise. I yearn for it. And every time I pray that this is the time I stay on track- then I get derailed within the next month or two. I'm so predictable. So if anyone is out there reading this, could you do me a favor and please pray for me. It seems selfish, yes, but the sooner I get over my problems then the sooner I can focus on helping others with their faith instead of feeling like a coward.

Wow. Emotion.

It's probably from visiting Chelsey's college so much. She goes to a christian college and everything they do there sounds incredible. It makes me jealous, but so honestly happy for her to be in that environment that I can partake in once in awhile. =)

This morning I woke up to a dog whimpering and randomly barking around 7:30am. I opened my eyes and looked around to my amusement that it was my roommate's Uncle's dog, Beau. He was on the deck, which is right outside my window, and all I can remember seeing is his head in the bottom of my window. Who knows how or why he was barking at me sleeping in my room, but I stared at him and eventually said, "Hi, Beau." He then erupted in barks and I don't remember what happened to him after that because all I can recall is throwing myself back down and tweeting about it, hoping I wasn't fully awake yet.

I have just spent an hour messing around, watching YouTube videos, skyping and blogging while I have to finish an assignment for my Reading class tomorrow at 9:30. I hate critiques. Writing something easy on here was way too enticing to ignore. So there you have it. I'm off to finish my work.

Max Bemis, Headaches and Senior Year.

My friend, Marissa, who goes to Stout in Wisconsin and I bought our tickets for a Say Anything concert at Station 4 in St. Paul on October 22. =) This will be our first time seeing the lovely Max Bemis IRL. It's going to be insane. I might just have a heart attack. It hit me (after I paid ten dollars more than the actual ticket cost for my ticket on ticket master) that we're going to see Max Bemis. We're going to see Say Anything. It's set in stone and that is an amazing feeling.

On Friday I will be leaving to go pick up Marissa from Stout, which is about 1.5 hrs away. The reason for that would be that we're going to see House of Heroes and The Wedding at Club 3 Degrees! I haven't seen HOH since they came out with their new album. They usually stick to shows on the East Coast. Their new album is incredible. They have a Beatle-esque sound to their new album plus a traditional rock and roll sound. So I am down right pumped. The Wedding is going to be crazy as well- they put on one of the best shows I have ever seen. After seeing Family Force 5, their title is threatened, yes, but I still love them to death. Overall, I'm psyched.

I have been using the same pair of contacts for more than a couple months. My eyes are killing me. I hate losing track of time. It's this horrible pain thats just ebbing on/in/behind my eyes. You never want your eyes to feel like this. It's hell.

I hear everyone saying that senior year of high school was the time of their life and that they never want to forget senior year. I would love for senior year to not exist in my memory. In included depression, losing friends, making mistakes, choosing the wrong college and a whole lot of taking the easy way out. My senior year was shit. It was ridiculous. It would do me a lot of good to forget those few months of my life.

---edit.sept.15.2009---

I just realized how there are NO transitions between my subjects and its just bam. bam. bam. done. I don't like it so much. I just want anyone out there who may read this to know that ... I am aware of how bad a writer I am. I'm even embracing it with my jumping subjects. Score.

Out of Order.

This is a blog pretty much about Wednesday this week.

As you may have read, or not, Wednesdays are my busiest day of the week. My main problem with Wednesdays is that once I get home from a regular day of class- I have to go back. Night classes are not so much fun when you are perfectly capable of taking it earlier. If only I had registered earlier. Oh well. I was sitting by a girl from my presentation group, Sarah, in the back corner of the class pretty much. I had an amazing view of all the good looking men in the class I was afraid to raise my eyes to 2 weeks earlier.

There is one boy who is a Digital Design??...something like that major... with Euro hair. He is scrumptious. Then he went and hacked off half of his hair. He still looks lovely; the amazing Euro hair is just at half mast, I guess you could say.

Another guy is a dark-skinned, long-dark-haired, sweet looking guy. By sweet I actually do mean, aww-sweet, not wicked-sweet and his long hair is perfectly kept in a pony in the back which makes him look hawaiian. He actually looks like if he ripped off his plaid shirt he could be waving a palm leaf fan in a cabana somewhere in the tropics. He's a photography major, I believe, so I may be seeing more of him around.

There is a new guy in class who looked so lost at the beginning of class, but settled right in and made the first hour of class go by so much faster. It helps that he's cute. I saw him staring at the girls next to me though, which is okay. I'm no looker. =/

Lastly, I don't want to say this, but there is an older gentleman in the class who may be in his thirties. His hair and face remind me of the lovely Danny Jones of McFly. I stare at him sometimes, then feel awkward and quit.

One thing I hate about college is the realization that I was getting used to the fact that more people smoked than I thought 2 years ago, but that has been completely thrown out the window the last month. I can't tell you how many people I see whip out a cigarette while on break in class, or how many people come into class reeking of tobacco. It's disgusting.

Anyway, that would be it. I've accomplished my duty of hogging MY computer all day. It's been fun. We shall do this again when someone pisses me off. =)

Not Happy.

I am feeling depressed.

That is really all that I can manage to throw out there.

I'm easily annoyed by my roommate for the past week. That may be due to the fact she challenges all that comes out of my mouth and in a way you could say she treats me like a child. Last night we had our friend over and I managed to spill food everywhere around 12:30am. My friend was watching while I did it, so naturally I laughed loudly (we were physically exhausted from attending a concert) and just kind of broke down. My roommate proceeded to yell at me like we were back in middle/high school and told me to be quiet because the people we're rooming over (her uncle and partner) were sleeping. The thing is, it was a friday night and they barely even go to bed earlier than 12 or 1 on a weekday. Give it a bloody rest. Then I wanted them to start watching the movie while I was cleaning up because I had already seen it, but my roommate would have none of that. So I sat. My friend explained the spilled food and my roommate started saying that I could clean the entire apartment next time. Fuck. 1. No one asked/told her to clean. She was bored. She cleaned because of the friend visiting. 2. She can ask me to clean. I will clean when it needs to be or if someone asks me, but I do not go along nicely with someone saying it like I deserved a punishment for being ridiculous and an unhelpful roommate. The menu played over and over for about 5 minutes. I cleaned up the food, walked through the living room, pressed play and went to my room. I needed to de-stress after that. My friend ended up calling my name ten minutes later because they were wondering if I was still awake. I didn't respond and within 5 minutes I was asleep.

I now understand why the say to never go to bed angry. I woke up pretty much still steamingly pissed off.

The Bloody End.

I Am Upset.

I've been waiting for.ev.er for Thousand Foot Krutch's new album to come out. Everyone is raving about how epic it is and how it's the best album they've made to date... and I'm sitting here waiting for class without the CD. I'm crushed. I didn't realize that Target would be lame and not sell it. So, since I'm not familiar with the area up here I'm using my time to frantically look up a store in the area that will sell me my beloved CD. So far I'm only getting luck at Wal Mart, but theres limited availability in the stores for the album. The only thing is the album came out today and they don't have the product availability online yet! This album is crucial to my well-being in the coming days! They're having their album release concert at my friend's college and we're going to be there! I need that album! Okay, freaking out is over. For Now.

I need to go to class.

I Am So Bored.

I'm home from college.

I am so bored.

I walk around the house aimlessly and eat. I now realize that when I buy my own food, I am more health conscious, but here, I didn't have to buy it. So I really don't care. Here are the current whereabouts of my family members:

Mom: is outside driving a 4wheeler around with a little girl whose mother she knows from work. The little girl is staying here for the weekend. We live on a farm. It's a playground. Apparently.

Father: is where I left him half an hour ago- in front of the TV watching Van Wilder. He sat down and started watching it with me and I then decided I didn't want to be present when the upcoming raunchy scenes showed. Awkward.

Brother: is downstairs playing Country Rock Band on wii. I wanted to go play that, but he got down there first.

Me: I am in the kitchen typing away on the iMac to keep me from eating away my boredom.

Last night I finished the last 30 pages of The Time Traveler's Wife. I cried like a baby. I haven't gotten a good quality cry in since I moved to the cities a month ago and the book just pushed me over the edge. My lip was actually quavering. I have no idea why I couldn't handle it. Maybe the end was so built up to and I absolutely knew that it was going to end the way it did, but even though I knew, I was still hoping for a miracle. There really was nothing that could've stopped it from ending the way it did... and that sucked.

I was considering staying home until monday, but I can't take this boredom any longer. I'm positive I'm leaving tomorrow afternoon. I have my cork board, nails, bookshelf and my last glimpse of the corn before it turns brown and get chopped. I feel like Bailey from The Suite Life on Deck. The Sprouse twins have really grown up in what seems like the last few months, but that's just from my TV watching perspective. They just really don't seem seventeen to me.

Okay, I can't do this anymore. I have to go walk aimlessly some more.

kthxbai.