She ain't worth half of me

I am here at Hofstra. It feels just like it usually does except I dont have roommates screaming out from across the beds in the same room, nor do I have friends here to hang out with and do useless things with. All in all, it's nothing like it did when the semester was still in session. I got here and found the TV missing and almost had a panic attack for Allie, and checked the other room and found it set up for, I'm assuming, Alexa and her boyfriend. There are soda bottles laying around and the mirror in the common room has found itself a new home on top of the futon. It was absolutely freezing in 525 when I walked through the door, so I was shivering, waiting for the heat to kick in. I went to the gym (duh) and did pretty much everything with ease. I'll have to go back again tomorrow before I head for P-town. It's a short excursion, but besides going to the gym, what is there for me to do here? I suppose I could walk up and down Hempstead Turnpike and get shot, or I could drive to the mall and go bankrupt. Maybe I'll go to the dumpsters and get the best valium that five bucks can buy. I think I'll stick to going home. I almost died on the way here because some asshole in a black SUV (yeah, one of those people) didn't know how to merge onto Sunrise (by exit 46)--either that or he didn't care to look at the fact that I was RIGHT next to him--and he almost side swiped me. I had to veer into the next lane, thinking that he needed room, and he didn't take it, so I went back into the lane and he decided to move toward me, almost hitting me for a second time. I was ready to honk the fucking fuck out of him, but he sped away like an aggravated pussy. Pfft. As though that's my fault.

Uhh....I'm on my last can of Jones soda. I'll prolly have to go downstairs to the vending machines and buy some agua. I'm slightly paranoid now because of an IM I got earlier. I was watching webisodes of The Office online, like a good girl, when I got a random IM from some dude asking me if I liked hook ups...I told him it was none of his business considering that I didn't know who he was, and he apologized and hasn't IMed me since. My luck he's perched on the rooftop outside my window and can see my every move (even with the blinds down because he has special X-ray goggles...which means he can see my boobs too) and when he sees me leave to get wawa's, he transports to the common room downstairs and attacks (because he's also a ninja). Figures the one time I'm by myself totally, I get a fucked up IM from a ninja rapist. Would ninjas actually be rapists though? I know they're sneaky little thangs, but do you think they'd actually rape a girl who just wanted to watch The Office and sip H2O?

I'm tired but I shouldn't be. I want to go out somewhere and do something, but I ain't got no one to do nothing with. I'm just here listening to Bob Marley and talking to Jen on AIM. I want to go to the movies tonight and see Across the Universe. Yes, half-wit, I know it's not out anymore, but I didn't get to see it in the fucking theaters, and I'm entitled to seeing it! And I want to go now. so hhhmmmmpph. Actually, I'd like to get crunk tonight...but that's borderline alchy when you get wasted by yourself. Someone left two 4o's in the fridge and I could happen to drink them and say I accidentally gave Janeita beer, thinking it was apple juice, and she made me flush them down the toilet.

Christ. You're all boring me to death. I'm gonna go scrapbook again (teehee Maz :))

You can feel my lips undress your eyes

Skin can feel my lips, they tingle tense anticipation

This one is an easy one

Feel the word and melt upon it

Words of love and words so leisured

Words are poisoned darts of pleasure

Tied and so you die