My life is weird.

I miss Leland James.

It's time for me to get a new hobby.

I'm tired of wearing my hair up.

and I really should study more than I do.

I hate sarcasm, and the word 'like,'

and lately I've been wishing that I had done better on the ACT.

I haven't been able to stay awake in my classes this week, and I haven't found time to put away my clean laundry.

My purse is full of junk, and no matter how many times I clean it out, it accumulates tenfold.

I really could care less about Valentines day, one way or the other.

I suppose I should cash my last paycheck from the mall, but I simply haven't gotten around to it.

I got a letter from Patrick Hotel today; He's just as funny as ever.

When I drive, I get irritated at anyone who isn't going the same speed as me. I can't stand those people who feel like 50 mph is an acceptable pace; or, on the opposite end of the spectrum, those people that simply have a constant need to drive no slower than 80. A good 70 mph is perfect, and I fail to see why others see differently.

I fear that I sometimes react the same way with other things in life; like maturity, decision making, understanding, etc, etc.

So, I suppose my point is that I need patience.

And dinner.

I'm freaking starving.