OMG.  I dropped off of the livejournal scene a while ago, but I now have that craving for blogging again and I decided that it is time that I come back.  The last time I left a note in this rubbish was during the middle of my junior year before I decided to get addicted to myspace which just does not fulfill the same sensation that I got from writing down how my day actually went.  Plus seeing who had the most friends and how many scene girls there are in the world just was not that satisfying to myself.  I believe that the boys are not quite cute there either.  I have no idea how some girls can be attracted to boys who wear more make up then they do.  To me it is just not that attractive.  But then again I am dating a frat boy so I probably could not comment on how attractive boys with make up are.  I am also feeling quite sorry for the girls who idealize hannabeth and audrey kitching.  Oh please! She has pink hair.  What could possibly make that so attractive.

On other words, I am going to now rant about my day.  I went to my philosophy class today only to be disappointed by ebay.  Yes.  I said it ebay.  I refuse to pay attention in my philosophy class now.  I used to be all in depth about it, but then one day I realized that the only thing I had gained from five weeks of classes was how to escape a cougar attack.  I cannot believe I just admitted that, but the man knows nothing.  Or alteast the information that he does know I just dont care about.  Except the cougar attack because one day I might have to face one down.  Iit could happen.

Now on to Austin.  Last night we spent the night together (as we do everynight) and he was totally hogging all of the blankets.  Plus I was sleeping on the inside and I almost feel off of the bed like 30 times.  Thank god there was a wall there or else I would totally be dead.  I mean like a goner.  It would have been horrible.  Tonight I am spending the night at Kellum Hall in his dingy room.  Blah. I hate spending the night there because it is just so gross.  It has like mold on the ceiling I swear.  But I love him so much I guess that it just doesnt bother me that much.  I just love waking up next to him.  He makes me the safest I have ever felt my own entire life.  I feel like this is the boy I could lay my head next to everyday.  It makes me understand that this is someone would could potentially be my soulmate, but I have thought this before only to have my heart broken.  But maybe it takes a couple times to get the story correct.  Sometimes love is more than just that feeling of butterflies in your stomach everytime you see them.  It could be the moment where everything just falls into place and you feel like this is the safest cocoon you have ever been placed in.

I have to go to my history class today in which I have a paper that I techincally did not have to do because it just wasnt worth it.  I will do the next one and just work my little heart out on it.

Plus I have a psychology test I have to study for tonight so I am going to go review for that sucker.  OMGZ.  So much shit to do.  I cannot believe I have put all of this off.  I am such a silly girl.  I mean psychology cannot be that hard.  It is my major for Pete's sake.  I guess I will find out tomorrow ya know.