Oh, you're too kind

I felt like writing another one today. I feel like I missed a few days here and there so it's imperative that I catch up on shit that doesn't really matter. I just got out of the shower and I'm laying on my bed, my hair and body wrapped in a towel. I feel clean between the sheets--I love that feeling, don't you? One of my favorite things, after a long day, is to shower and lay down under clean, warm sheets. It's one of those simple pleasures that makes shit worth it. Granted, I may be squeaky clean right now, but the sheets certainly aren't. There has been plenty of action coming from all realms of life--I even saw the hamsters fornicating on here. I think my bed is where the true magic happens. No, not in the sexual way, but all of my friends can come to hang over and be content just snuggling on my bed and talking. Some of the best girl talks, phone conversations, inside jokes, and memories have been on this mattress. I can still remember the day when Andrew and Linda pretended to have sex on here...yeah...the olden days. *cringes*

I've been home for about thirteen days? Maybe twelve. I dont know, I've lost count and I honestly don't care either. It's nice to be home now, to sleep in a low, big bed and wake up and know that I'll hang out with someone, even if it means chilling in their room and watching porn on their computer...well, I've done that at Hofstra too... anywho, it's just nice to get in the car and go out if I please and to have jokes with old friends. I'm afraid that I'll be more resistant to go back to Hofstra now. Eh, that'll probably be a fat chance because I miss hanging out with Dave, Karen, Matt, Sam and Eric. I also miss sitting in class believe it or not. Mostly because I've had some pretty damn good IM convos there...not even that they were that hysterical, but when you're ass is going numb in the chair and you're listening to your professor go on and on about shit that you'll never need in your lifetime, anything is amusing on AIM. I remember one day Matt made me laugh out loud and I couldnt contain myself. I dont even remember what he said to me, but I just burst out laughing. I thought Neymark was going to crucify me. It is bull sheeeeeet. Maybe I'll go back to Hofstra in a day or two and get use from the gym and such. I'd like some alone time. It's not being emo, just being sane, I suppose. I miss that crazay campus even though it's laced with herpes and feline AIDS.

So, it's 2008. Do you know where your children are? I know that mine aren't born yet (and there better not be any coming in 2008 either). I've had a good time so far in 2008. I'm a simple girl, really; it doesn't take much to make me smile. I loved Jon's party only because the people were mad chill with pretty much anything. Granted, they were all much older, but that's what makes them chill. I loved that they were all their own realm of bartender and made drinks that I'd never tried before. There were two phases of old (in ratio to my age) that I mentioned to Andrew last night: retirement community and nursing home. Most of them were in their late twenties, early thirties (retirement community) ; other were probably in their mid-forties (nursing home) . There were two guys who disgusted me beyond belief. Q-tip guy (tall, skinny and bald) took an interest in me from the start (mostly because I'm eighteen) and just wanted to sink his dentures into my wonderful ass. The other guy, Otter face (he looked like one!), made a remark about babies being in the right position when they're crawling. Awesome chick (me) veered her wonderful, non-crawling ass away from them and chilled with an intoxicated Jen and Jon and Shana and 6'5" Andrew (as opposed to 5'10" Andrew who was busy fucking "5'0"" Britt). I did shots like a champ, not even cringing at the taste of vodka (<3) nor did I vomit from the car bombs. Considering the amount that I had to drink, I did not get shit faced, but that's okay because I still had a good time later that night. :)

What else? I'm still in my towels, totally comfy. I just want to lay in bed and watch movies and have a cuddle buddy. My mom made awesome lasagna for dinner tonight (God, how I missed home cooked meals) so maybe we'll cuddle and watch the movies that I got for Christmas. I'd love to watch The Truth About Cats and Dogs again. Such a good movie! I don't understand how Janine Gerafalo (sp?) is considered ugly though, I think she's really pretty--then again I dont find anyone truly ugly-- but I think her sense of humor makes her pretty. I guess I'm kind of like Abbey (Janine) in the movie (except for the "ugly" part):I love animals, I'm smart, I'm funny, I fall for the British accents, I love doing radio, I'll be a lonely cat lady and I'm often shunned for the "prettier" friend. No, it's not being emo and self-conscious, but it's being honest...I love doing radio :) I know I'm a pretty chick, so this isn't one of those "tell me I'm beautiful so I won't cut myself" things. I know I'm pretty fucksticks, so don't "aww" at this bullshit. I'm just saying. Ya know what? Fuck you because you're thinking "aww."

I'm still sore from my belly button down.

I think I'll go get dressed in comfy pj's and watch 'The Truth About Cats and Dogs' and 'Ace Ventura: Pet Detective.' Sound like a deal? Deal. Anyone want to cuddle with me though? *puppy dog eyes* Yeah, I really need to go back to Hofstra--people there don't tolerate the asterisks.

Rise up this mornin,

Smiled with the risin sun,

Three little birds

Pitch by my doorstep

Singin sweet songs

Of melodies pure and true,

Sayin, (this is my message to you)