good night.

i don't like this. please can we learn to talk? life would be lovely if we just learned how to actually use our words to help us through things.

shit.

i'm growing tired of this and i'm tired of you.
when i'm complaining about my problems, i don't always want a solution.
learn to just shut up and listen. please.
you didn't call last night, you seldom do. It understandable. But I was up last night, waiting for something that never happened.
i don't want this to turn out the way my other ones ended.
i don't want this to end. ever.

So I lied

This is the fourth day and only the second day for a blog. Whatever. I can bend the rules, since it's my blog.
So far I've woken up to a very long, cute text from Mitchell.
Went to English. Peer edited that did me no good.
Went to Geography. Enjoyed the class.
Came back to my dorm.
Had daily Kati interaction.
Slept.
Woke up. Went to lunch with Sara and Leanne.
Decided Sara was Amish and we're going to win the roommate game.
More tom come soon.

I'm going to start blogging about my day.

Starting today.
I woke up around ten.
Sara left. Mitchell came over.
I cleaned and did laundry.
I hit my head on the washing machine and it still hurts.
We went to Jones and I spent dining dollars.
We did a lot of nothing.
I tried to study. I'm doing more tomorrow and probably tonight.
We cuddled and couldn't get comfortable. We finally did, and then we slept for an hour.
I wanted to watch t.v. He didn't. So I watched and he didn't.
Sara came back. Mitchell left.
I'm typing this.

The Coffee Pot

I've discovered I do not enjoy being alone. I enjoy being around people that enjoy being around me. I spend most of my time with my boyfriend, Mitchell. Today I went to the square with people I barely knew and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I need to branch out more.

There's this boy...

and he wrote me this:

My body is sore

but you're right here;

give me nothing to hide

and nothing to fear

Your hand's sweet touch

the one that i long

brushes my face

and makes me so strong.

We take what we want

as thieves of the night

doing wrong

never felt so right.

Every night

in sight

taking flights

to new heights.

Despite the light;

it's too bright

to hold secrets tight

like I hold you tonight.

I know this blog is supposed to be about stress, but how can I be stressed with a boy as warm as this?

Loans

Oh loans, how I loathe thee. I despise every aspect of you. You should just send me the money, so I can take care of everything. That would be nice, but no. No, you decide you need to go through 1432235 people to get to my school before you will ever get to me. That's just kind of obnoxious. And the loan companies don't help me much in the understanding of where exactly my money is going. So I am forced to call the financial aid office. They are far more helpful. However, due to that phone call, I had to call back to the loan company ask about my stupid money which is still not in the school. How obnoxious.