I've just seen a face, I can't forget the time or place where we just met.

Basically, this is going to be the beginning of frantic writing.

I'm on paper #2 (out of 2 luckily) annnnddd I'm starting to lose creative juices. It's supposed to be 5-6 pages, which I KNOW, it's not that much. I've gotten 2 and a smidge of a page completed aaaannnddd I don't know what else to write about! I just don't! I don't know how else to talk about the stability that lies in the inconsistencies of war stories. I got out all my points! Can't papers just be that way? Say as much as you think you need to say. And that's it! Whoever wants to write more, go ahead and the rest of you, no worries. NOPE. Always a minimum.

Other news:
I haven't done anything this weekend but this. All day/night yesterday = paper #1. All day/night today= paper #2. And I don't knowwww how much more I can accomplish with that second guy.

I kind of lied. Last night, I went to the gym! It was great cause sitting in front of a computer screen for too long makes me go cross eyed (not really, but it's just tiring on the eyes). I went into this bigger part of the gym instead of the same place I'm used to. It's great and terrible all at once. Great because the treadmills/ellipticals have their own tvs/fans. Terrible in the sense that everyone in the room is so ridiculously vain that I just want to scream YOU ARE NOT IMPRESSING ANYONE. But I won't do that...

Also, I went to this Open Mic Night deal that Real Life was hosting. I wasn't planning on it! But I went cause Leanna was going and I felt really good about sweating off the caffeine residuals that lie in my blood, so I went. And I invited Tobi and he came! Love that little (not so little) boy. It was kinda cool, like a talent show, you know? But no other talents, just musical ones. No acts or skits. That one boy showed up and played a song, of course, cause we alllll know he is sooo talented. I just couldn't watch. He played some Taylor Swift song called Love Story... and started off saying, "Well, this song is for all the girls... the guys are gonna hate me." I just rolled my eyes, I couldn't watch! I had to walk away for some reason. I went to the back and sat with the staff, which great. He then proceeded to play his game with me. He'll stand somewhere in my line of vision and I'll just feel him there, watching me? Maybe? It drives me UP THE WALL. He even sat next to someone to the right of me and didn't sayyy anyytthiinngg to me. At the end of the night, I had to walk right past him and he kind of reached for me and said, "Ohhhhh don't act like you don't see me." Well, I replied, "Why? You do it to me all the time!" It was fun, I called him out and he was cute. And THEN, as I was walking away, I felt compelled to look behind me and he was looking at me with this face! I can't describe this look. No expression, just looking at me. Not creepy. More like honest and lingering? Ask me, I'll show you how it was.

Anyway, I went home and just talked and talked with Leanna. We always have these wonderful conversations. She just keeps telling me to guard my heart, just focus on me and let it all happen. I know. I will. I am. I'm learning to embrace what hasn't been said and let everything play out. I'm not going to try for anything. Granted, it doesn't mean my mind doesn't wander... all I'm saying is this: there is a whole world that I have not yet discovered, so much life to live and more and more and more papers to write and therefore, I will have carpal tunnel before I'm 25.

Furthermore, I miss Ms. Diana. We have this habit of talking at the end of the night and I miss it! She's my surrogate boyfriend. In her name, I made popcorn and have a little over a third of it left to consume!