My My...

I'm seeing a pattern. And Danielle and I were up late talking philosophically (imagine that) about this whole school thing and the idea of flying the coop.

I thought so much about how if I was at USF, I'd have so much fun. My friends would be there and I wouldn't worry about putting myself so far out there. Tiffany is alone too, she doesn't care for her roommates and she hasn't found any good friends to hang out with. But she doesn't exactly have to because everyone she needs is right at her fingertips.

She's such a help and she always brings me back down like she did last night. I miss that and I think if I went to USF I'd be better off in a number of ways.

My little abercrombie model was really helpful too last night....I don't think he's ever in his life heard me cry or sound upset. First of all, he's just a down right jerk in a funny way, so it was interesting for me to hear him try and be sincere. It wasn't all that great but he made me laugh from old discrepencies and just rubbed it in my face humorously.

Going to the sorority meeting tonight and then we are going to dinner (oh no, don't have any money!!!). I probably won't go to dinner and hit the gym instead.

I'm psyched about my test I have in like an hour...I'm so ready and so prepared. This college thing can be a breeze once you weed out which classes you hav to put more effort into. Two of my classes will still consistute a lot of work, however I won't have to be an intellectual sponge while in class. I don't want to get too confident but I think I can manage it all. And next semester I'll have the advantage b/c I'm used to taking 5 classes, which I may decide to do agian.

This is bullshit, nothing interesting (all the good stuff brings me down)