My ideal date would be a snowball fight. You think I'm kidding, but I'm really not. Let me describe the scene to you. My significant other and I are walking down the street, and all of a sudden, I throw a snowball at him. Chaos ensues. We chase each other until we roll into the snow laughing our heads off, and then, the sweetest moment occurs. We stare at each other, he brushes my hair from my face, moves in for the kiss...and bam! I throw a snowball in his face. Please, who wouldn't want it? :P

I want a man who respects me for who I am. That means respecting my beliefs, my morals, and my ideas. I want to be able to share absolutely everything with this person. I want to be free to speak my mind, and say what I truly feel without being afraid of how he reacts to it. Most of all, I want to be myself, and all sides of myself, from the crazy, fun-loving, outgoing girl to the shy and quiet side. He has to know that at any moment, I can flit between these extremes, or rest somewhere in the middle. This is my definition of love.

I am accepting any and all applications. All applications must be submitted by midnight February 13th. You will be notified of your winnnings in the form of a phone call on February 14th. Good luck, and may the best man win.

How did a 99 lb Asian girl win Wingbowl? Where did she put the 167 wings that she ate? This will forever boggle my mind.

The concert was awesome last night. If you ever get a chance, listen to Kevin Kinney's music. He's an awesome musician.

I never knew how hot my friend was until he opened for Kevin Kinney last night. I think I am in love with him. To top it off, after the show he came and sat behind me to talk to me. Of all the pretty girls in the room, he picked me, the homely one. I'm as shocked as you are, believe me. I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I'll keep you posted.

The fact that I can listen to John Mayer now without crying is an accomplishment. I'm going to a concert tonight to see this guy from Georgia, Kevin Kinney. My friend is opening for him, and Matt is forcing everyone on our floor to go, so I figure it will be a good time. I am NOT waking up at 4:45 a.m. tomorrow morning to see fat men eating wings, despite what most people think. Even though most people here are (yeah right, we'll see), I would much rather sleep.


Happy Birthday, Dustin!
P.S. You are not an old man.

What is it about the re-runs of Dawson's Creek that make me sit and watch it? I even considered not going to work to watch. Now, this is really sad. I've seen pretty much every single episode, but I guess it is the same thing that happens whenever I pass a TV that is playing reruns of Full House, Boy Meets World, and Saved By The Bell. What happened to those quality shows that are no longer on, yet we can only see in syndicated format? Luckily, we can still see them on Nick at Night, and TBS Superstation in the morning.

To the desk in Anderson Hall room 202:

Your many different words inspire thought into my being. Need sleep, greek letters, mushrooms, sports, flowers, 60's song lyrics, religious quotes, profanity, deep and meaningful questions of life, "love is lovely," "in heaven there is no beer that's why we drink it here," all remind me how many different people sat here, yet we are bonded together by your wooden glory. Thank you for showing me that there is more to life than what is in my own dormroom, and that I have to travel to you to get the answers. I will not skip class...I will not skip class....

"Sorry you can't define me
Sorry I break the mold
Sorry that I speak my mind
Sorry don't do what I'm told
Sorry if I don't fake it
Sorry I come too real
I will never hide what I really feel
Sorry if I ain't perfect
Sorry I don't give a fuck
Sorry I ain't a diva
Sorry just know what I want
Sorry I'm not a virgin
Sorry I'm not a slut
I won't let you break me
Think what you want"
--Christina Aguilera

Somehow listening to Christina in the morning makes everything else seem alright. The fact that I didn't read an essay for class today seems inconsequential.

Today and tonight will be messy with ice and snow. What happened to our mild winter?

We just had a fire alarm, but in the process of putting my clothes on to leave for class it was shut off. Yeah, fire alarms are a pain. So far we've had two already this semester.

Bethany and I are listening to My Best Friend's Wedding Soundtrack, now, and dancing around our room with our hairbrushes. It is waaay to early to be this energetic.

It snowed last night. Everyone except Temple has off today. I'm updating my itunes list and watching Saved By the Bell. Ahh...the days of my youth.

Update new motto: Who knows, who cares?

I think about it a lot. As much as I tell myself that I am better than it all, and I deserve better, it still bugs me. I've gotten to the point where I can remember and not cry and that is an accomplishment. I try not to remember though. Maybe if I wipe out my memory it would be like it never happened--I could be young and naive again. I could be innocent again. But life isn't like that. In the words of my friend, "You need to suck it up, girl, and keep going." So that is what I'm doing...sucking it all up until there is nothing left. I'm going to keep on moving.

Why are nights so hard to get through?