Kay.

Bleeker: Hi. Hey, did you like put a 100 things of tic-tacs in my mailbox?
Juno: Oh, yea, that was me.
Bleeker: Heh, why?
Juno: Well, you know their your fav, and you know you can never have too many of your favorite 1 calorie breath mints.
Bleeker: Well thanks I think I’m pretty much set until college on the tic-tac front.
Juno: You know Bleek, I was thinking, and I’m sorry I was such a huge bitch to you. You don’t deserve it.
Bleeker: That’s okay, you know, that’s okay.
Juno: And also, um… I think I’m in love with you.
Bleeker: You mean as friends?
Juno: No, I mean for real. Cause you’re like the coolest person I’ve ever met and you don’t even have to try.
Bleeker: I try really hard actually.

I always seem to get in trouble. I'm about to again.

I'm writing another paper on cannibalism, this time on how it's a race issue. Sounds fabulous.

I graduate in a December.

I have yet to apply to graduate schools, but shortly I'll start. Rhetoric and Composition is looking like a prime choice, along with Publishing and Editing. I'm looking into Emerson, Northeastern, Mich St, Penn St, and NYU.

I still hafta take that damn test. I really don't want to. Really, really don't want to.

I should post some of my writings I've been writing for my poetry class. I think they're good, but that doesn't mean other people think they are. I've been experimenting with different styles such as sestinas and and pantoums. I usaully write prose but the styles are always fun. You probably don't think so though.

I haven't really written anything freely this semester so far, and it's half way over. Maybe it's because I've been so stressed out with school and trying to get the massive amounts of reading/writing/studying done.

Life is okay though. My mother and I are aight. (God, did I just say aight?) I'm still nervous about my sister, her boyfriend and my nephew moving in. Hopefully she'll be more flexible then my Mother. I think I've said this before, but I really don't want her to be like my Mom. She's my effing sister, not my Mom.

I'm a little sore right now, but in all the right places.

Sundays have seemed to become my day of rest. After a heavy night of drinking, Sundays are a sort of relief; a day to catch our breath and prepare us for the week ahead. Every Sunday I seem to take a huge gasp of air and dive right into the week. Spring break is next week. I cannot wait. Even though I'm not going anywhere I plan on sleeping, a lot.

Also, I don't need knee surgery which is a good thing. Just lots of rest. Seeing the doc on Wednesday to decide what the hell is going on in the knee area.

Oh, and I think my last post dealt with something coming? Well it did, and it's still throwing rocks at me. The constant thought of what I'm going to do after graduation, what my career is going to be, everything hit me. It's a constant struggle.

Oh well.

Back to homework...

Cause we belong together now yeah
Forever united here somehow yeah
You got a piece of me and honestly
My life would suck without you