This is why I have bags under my eyes….

You know that moment at 3 am when you’ve had a bad day and you just want to go to sleep but then your roommate brings a guy back to the room?
but guess what? nothings happening. nothing. at all. just talking
but guess what again…..its really loud and now I just get to stay up all night. Thank god im so far behind on tv shows. yay for being lazy at something.

Moving back to the states was hard enough, but moving into college has been a really hard transition. I went from having too much personal space to having less than the prisoners at¬†Guantanamo. One of my roommates has the magic ability to disappear for days on end and my other roommate arrives whenever she isn’t supposed to…’s like the whole beetlejuice thing. Say her name too many times – even in your head – and she will arrive.

Anyways. College has been really good for meeting people. Not people that are potential partners for dancing the horizontal chacha but other people. Great friends and all that. REALLY good for finding out very quickly who the people are that you can’t stand. SUPER SIMPLE.

It has also been really good at adding to my rebull addiction because sleep never comes…


lets try this out….

Question 1: Do I really have friends or just acquaintances? Last semester I seemed to be doing really well, and now all I wonder about is wether or not I am actually able to connect with people.

Question 2: What is a love life? I don’t have one. I have decided to invest all my energy that could go to one into an amazing cat collection. It’ll be great.¬†

Question 3: Sleep….will it come? Or will I shrivel up into a raisin because of all the chemicals and redbull i keep in my system. If one day soon I get blood drawn and the only thing that comes out is redbull, expect no surprise from me.

Question 4: What the fuck is AU trying to teach me? None of my classes are really supplying me with knowledge, and I do zero work for them. woops.