Why doesn't anybody comment anymore???

I'm going back to sleep.

Date: Wednesday December 15, 2004
Location: Hall 14 Nacagdoches, Texas
Time: 1:30 A.M.
The Event: I'm walking back from the library after a long "mental workout". As soon as I turn around the corner of the library, I see an orange glow coming from in front of my dorm. From where I was walking, I could see that it wasn't the building that was on fire, instead it was the dumpster. And this wasn't just some little rinky-dink fire, this was a full blown bonfire in the dumpster. My dumpster. Eh.....the fire department showed up, put it out, yadda yadda yadda. Now its time to study more. When will this end?

You know what's the greatest feeling in the world? When you look in your bank account, and you see that your parents hit you up with some more cash. Thanks mom and dad.

Katy, congradulations on joing the web journal community. May your Xanga have a long and prosperous career.

One more week.

It's been almost two months since my roommate has stayed in the room. And do you see me complaining? No sir. Everybody else is switching roommates at semester. Not me. I like it the way it is. Why ruin a good thing.

I think my stomach is hungry. Time for some pizza. Or ramen. Or ketchup packets.

Apparently Erin wants me to expand about our race last Saturday. Here's what happened, she tried, but I just tried harder, plain and simple.