Let's settle in; if only for a while.

I'm home now. For the next three weeks.

It's weird thinking of two places being my home; I was so used to calling my dorm home. I mean, all of my stuff was there and now it's back here! I mean, I had to bring my clothes, computer, blankets, and by choice games and movies...but still.

It feels good to be home though, and I can't wait to see some friends that have gone elsewhere. Denny's, here I come! God, it's been forever since I've been there.

Please rape my face...

I'm bored shitless outta my mind. I honestly don't know what I am going to do if I ever have to live on my own. That being said, I therefore must always have a companion, whether it be a best friend or a roommate, or a girlfriend; preferably the latter (which means the last subject in a series).

Chris left earlier today and could not take me home. Nick abandoned me. So it was just Vince and I, because Andy left as well. So we had fun for a total of about 15 minutes. Then I started watching the Borne Ultimatum and then I passed the fuck out. I feel bad that I left Vince alone to sit around and do nothing. I woke up at 11:40, because Kathryn called me and I was too sleepy to talk, so I told her I would call her when I woke up. Then I set my alarm and slept some more.

I regret ever napping as I can no longer get to sleep. It is 1:26 AM here. I wish I knew how to change the time on my blogs. Anyone reading them is not going to fully be aware of how late at night I write. Fuck me, right?! I never write early on in the day, it's too uncomfortable. I always find myself doing papers and the sort late at night, for some reason, I think the best then.

It's just a habit, I suppose.

Not tonight...

Don't really expect much for tonight, sorry.

Who the hell am I even talking to anyway? O.o

I've gotta study mad-crazy for my German final tomorrow.

Night night.

So, today was the first day of finals....

And I'll have to admit, I was a bit worried over nothing.

I mean, I spent hours last night studying for my communications final this morning. It was one of two that I am altogether actually worried about and the second being my German history and culture exam on Wednesday; but, I'll study for that later. I also had my math final today, which was probably the biggest knock-off joke ever. I finished it in 11 minutes. Then, I laughed the entire walk back up to my dorm. That was around noon 15 that I arrived back at my room, and I've been here ever since. Doing nothing; hold up, it's eleven-eleven, making a wish.

So ya, I just did that. My friend Kylie got me on it and now it's just something I do. But why wish for something? Like I've said, I'm a realist and an optimist and I don't let hopes and dreams get in my way of my reality. It's just life and that's how it rolls. I have to retract a lot of what I said last night about women, I over-reacted. Truth is: I love someone who is, obviously, very special to me. I love her tenderly and with all of my heart and, though she says it too, we're not together, with one-another, whatever; but, I don't think we ever will be. Kathryn and I just have a very extensive, four - almost five - year history together, and I've loved her since day one.

Oh my, the irony.

On a side-note, Chris and I pulled a very funny prank on our suitemates earlier today. Only because they've pranked us twice this semester. So what we did was this: we took many gay porn pictures and put them in a hidden folder on each of their computers and then setup a program that auto-switched their desktop backgrounds every 5 seconds from a photo among said folder. We thought it was hilarious. Vince, however, did not. Andy laughed at him, poking fun saying, "Hah, open it back up, I wanna see your gay porn, faggot." Little did he realize it was on his computer too, but he soon found out.

Oh the laughs.

No Bang-Bang Boogie

Though it's entirely enjoyable, sex isn't what any relationship should be based on. At least, not for me.

And I'm tired of females assuming otherwise when then correspond with me.

Nick and I were having a talk, discussing the events of the day today, and I've come to realize that no matter what you tell a woman, they're dead set on thinking they're gonna get screwed over "cause it happens to women everywhere". Well, as a defense, women retaliate and screw men over. This just in: the "being-dicked-over" ratio is pretty much 1:1 now.

I've been fucked over so many times this semester that it makes me laugh at how many attempts at happiness I actually made! Nick and I are right. Women aren't worth hunting after.

Though I do love women. And I do love her. I can't not be in love with her.