Various topics, no title in mind, yet a strong urge to title things

And this being my... 5th post of the day (Erp!).

There was a birthday party in the dorms. It was fun. There was cake. I didn't eat any. I'm kinda full (as Integrity should know after she saw me wolf down all that swiss cheese, chocolate pudding, and mint chip ice cream). Everyone thinks I'm on a diet because I'm not eating much. Eh. At this point I'm too tired to care about anything, so that's what that poem's about. You may think it's all deep and philosophical, but it's really a product of fatigue. Anywho, back to the party. It was the birthday of a girl who I'm supposed to buy a present for (I'm her secret santa). I don't know her at all. I learned her name about a month ago. I'm doomed. But it was fun. I'm having a lot more fun than before. People were joking around with each other. Pushing, shoving, poking. "Hey, you stole my fork!" "No I didn't, you never had one" "You little whore, give me my fork back before I slap you!" "But I've licked it..." "I don't care!" "Eat pillow!" And then the DA's say "No pillow fights!" and the girls stop and settle down...

ARG! No one has respect for rules in this place!! The shower drains are covered and entangled in thick, black hair. Guess what, that's not my hair!! I know that, in the picture, I hair black hair. But it was temporary and now my hair is sort of a light auburn. And people are always leaving their crap all over EVERYWHERE *coughthefreshiepreviouslymentionedcoughcough*. One time, she left her SHOES in MY ROOM!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! And then she was wandering around asking people if they knew where her shoes were!! *hits head with frying pan in frustration* And my dorm jobs, I have to clean the computer room. Everyone leaves food and their papers and crap all over. They trash that place! And then I have to clean it! Grr...

It's a strange sensation. I don't want people to know what's going on with me. Well, I do, but certain things for certain people. That's how this started out. But then my ex-boyfriend (Oliver) and my best friend (Integrity) and my other best friend (Kiele) and my other best friend (Queen of the Pirates) and my mom and my therapist and my dad and my step mom and my friend from school (Peter) and the whole WORLD knows about this! (goes in order of people who knew about it, i.e., first, second, etc.) I can't talk about the people who read this. I can't bitch about what Integrity told this guy I had a crush on (I've never had a gripe with you, honey, so I thought I'd pick on you ;) and how she ruined my life. I'm talking to people, not myself. I have an audience. I wanted a diary. Well, not so much a diary, but a diary to some. I have no idea what I'm getting at. Maybe I'll write a poem about it. I'm generally good at getting my point across in poetry.

So, I'd better sign off this post, cause it's getting a tad long...
I want to thank you all and I love you.