So, there always seems to be quite the uncomfortable lull in my days now. This hour between 10:00 and 11:00 and that nearly drives me up the wall with boredom. Still, there's always the library. One has got to love the library.

I feel like I'm slipping on a new skin, and I like it. I've found myself becoming more warm - more inviting. It's nice - not being Mistress Ice Queen.

I fell in love with the new background, as I'm sure you can imagine. Too perfect, really.

I dread Economy class, and I really doubt I'll go today. Just, can't handle another wasted hour. Go home and finally get some sleep.

Justin is trying to make me write a Xanga entry, isn't that funny? So, I revealed my secret crush on my History professor. ^_^

Looks like I'll be an actress, by the way, in a few short films, along with Brandon and Laura. What fun!

Anyway, time to study for Sociology. I wish I had Geology class today. Bleh. I feel like...I got up for History class for nothing. Alas.

So, I've decided I might need to start having a life instead of vegetating around the house, reading all of the time. Though, I must say this behavior has come up with some pretty awesome reads. Like "Metamorphisis" by Kafka. Amazing. And, "A Good Man Is Hard to Find". I can't remember who wrote that one, but, it's another good one.

I finally bought and watched "Rocky Horror Picture Show" instead of just knowing the music. About damn time, I guess. Gotta love them transvestites.

Transition periods are always so weird. For one thing, they require us to think too much, and some times, with people like me, things get over-complicated. This summer was so much easier, and...eye-opening, I guess? I guess that got the ball rolling. Go figure.

So, I guess it's been a really long time since I updated...There's really not alot to update, but, here's an over-view of the time I've been away.

I worked in the recruiters off at SwVCC this Summer, and, it was okay. Well-enough pay, so, I can't complain too much. Though, I did get sick of calling ten-million people.

I was finally in a play at The Paramount, and it was a success. It was just a little chorus role, but, maybe I'll get something a bit bigger next time? Who knows? I hope. Anyway, I made some good friends, and it was nice to finally get out for a while.

I'm in college now, and, I don't really enjoy it that much. Southwest is like grade 13, and, I'm already considering going ahead and transfering out next year. Just, get the feeling this place isn't right for me.

I don't really see anyone as much anymore, so, I guess it wouldn't hurt to keep this thing mildly updated...So people don't think I've fallen off the face of the Earth, or something...

*Sniffles*
"'There,' she said. 'You have your own glammer, don't you? Always did. You drew Eddie on to one death, and Jake to a pair of em. Now Patrick, and even the bumbler. Are you happy?'
'No,' said he, and she saw he truly was not. She believed she had never seen such sadness and such loneliness on a human face. 'Never was I farther from happy, Susannah of New York. Will you change your mind and stay? Will thee come the last little while with me? That would make me happy.'"

......

"'It won't she said. And if this is to be my last sight of you - my heart says it is - then don't let it be of you on your knees. You're not a kneeling man, Roland, son of Steven, never were, and I don't want to remember you that way. I want to see you on your feet, as you were in Calla Bryn Sturgis. As you were with your friends at Jericho Hill.'
He got up and came to her. For a moment she thought he meant to restrain her by force, and she was afraid. But he only put his hand on her arm for a moment, and then took it away. 'Let me ask you again, Susannah. Are you sure?'
She conned her heart and saw that she was. She understood the risks, but yes - she was. And why? Because Roland's way was the way of the gun. Roland's way was death for those who rode or walked beside him. He had proved it over and over again, since the earliest days of his quest - no, even before, since overhearing Hax the cook plotting treachery and thus assuring his death by the rope. It was all for the good (for what he called the White), she had no doubt of it, but Eddie still lay in his grave in one world and Jake in another. She had no doubt that much the same fate was awaiting for Oy, and for poor Patrick.
Nor would their deaths be long in coming.
'I'm sure,' said she."

Damn you...Damn you, damn you, damn you. -.-' Stupid bitch.