Riding low in my chair, she won't know that I'm there.

Last night I had a dream that Zack Morris and I made out. But it was like older, aged Zack Morris. Definitely him now, if you've seen whatever show he's on, I wanna say like Law and Order or something. He was also a dancer and had a shaved head. Never did I even have a crush on Zack Morris. What a weird mind I have.

Chickitee.

I can't wait to be home for the summer. Things are giving me anxiety slowly but surely. And the thought of just stopping and sitting in the sun with Lilo is absolutely divine. 

I love you. I'll wait for you.

I've had the most wonderful date. I made dinner from scratch which was so healthy. Finished a pint of Fat Tire and watched The Great Gatsby with the dreamy (younger) Robert Redford. Candlelit, of course. Now I'm making dessert and threw on Atonement (muuuch more swooning). Ah, I think I'm feeling rather romantical this evening. Thank God I have the best dates with myself!

And now the saga continues.

It is so hot in this room. I need air for days and days.

Jesusita!

Because I can't do anything about this, I have found myself frantically cleaning my room and now I'm doing laundry. In anxious times, this is what I do!

Ketchup.

Cliquot

I'm in a Beirut state of mind.

I really need to shower it's too late for wet hair though.

I miss you!

I have class early. 8am. Gross.

Real Life tomorrow night!

My internet has SUCKED all night.

So snail slow.

Prepping for midterms this weekend/interview questions (eek).

Birthday in 6 days!

Summer in 7 weeks!

I just need the sun to come back again.

Heather is really talented at slamming doors.

That's all.