Numero uno!!

It's my first blog on this blogger thing. I've wanted one for awhile and now that I have one I feel like I wont have anything cool to write about that will make people want to continuously read it. It's a lot of pressure. I've been on a writing kick lately; I've wanted to write something on a myspace blog everyday about something that happened. Anything from the gym to class time to roommates and boys...whatever. And now...oy. Uh....It's almost midnight and I haven't gotten any homework done. I was supposed to read two chapters of Aristotle's bullshit, but I'll do that tomorrow morning =). Allie is trying to figure out Facebook? and Mernelis and Alexa are chilling out with the boyfriend talking about some kind of stuff. I guess I'd like to sleep but there's a lot of conversation going on and I suppose my bedtime will be determined for me *sigh*. I've been told the verb/action thingy in asterisks is annoying. In fact, I've been told that by two different people over the course of one day. haha. I've been refraining from using them, but it's an old habit and old habits die hard. So sue me.

I've had odd dreams over the past few days. One pertaining to four boys all with the same scenario, another about a boy, and one last night about Tobie dying and me going to the pound for a new dog and meeting a St. Bernard like two feet taller than me and the closer I got to it, the more it resembled a bald man. Go figure. I still talked to the balding man-dog as a dog and pet its head and everything.

I want to watch the end of Kill Bill. Matt and I got half way through and I was nice enough to leave because Mattie boy was tired. I looked over and he was half dead on his chair. Yes, slightly funny to see massive bags under his eyes, but also slightly pathetic and I decided to leave for his sake. I'm just a nice person. But I dont remember where the fuck I left off in Kill Bill so I'll have to watch the whole thing over again to remember the story line from where I left off. God, my life is a struggle.

Hofstra is interesting and my Freshman year seems to be marked by minimal school work with oober stress, drinking with minimal hangovers and romance stories with no distinct romance? I've made a decision about them all: New College is a joke; drinking is too much fun to stop doing, especially when I let gay men grab my boobs at bars; romance is, as of current, a fucking joke...and that ain't no joke. Maybe I'll just drink all of the time, drop out of college and meet one of those good-for-nothing scumb bags who will knock me up and leave me so I work in hotels to support me and my son Daiquan until I'm discovered by Hugh Heffner while scrubbing his hotel toilet and become a super model and grace the cover of crazy awesome magazines...yeah...sounds like a plan.

Yeah. It's past midnight and I want to sleep but I can't. Is that a surprise to anyone? Not to meeeee. Gawd. I'm gonna start sleeping on Matt's futon...Good night...at least to my blog.