so what was your answer, anyway, Heather?

*wink*

it's that time again

I need a new template. These font/colors/etc are annoying me.

to my baby (and perhaps everyone else in a sense):

There's been a lot of changes lately, and sometimes I know I've neglected you more than I should have, and for that I'm sorry. I'm hoping to remedy that in the future, once I get more situated at school and have (as a friend said upon me leaving for college) 'interesting things to talk about'. < /excuses >

And so, everyone join me please:

Happy 2nd Birthday Blog!

what have i been meaning to post all week, only my internet wouldn't allow it?

what's the single sexiest action a guy can do?
(not make a candlight dinner, wash the dishes, stuff like that. i mean like what 1 thing.)

so... what?

You're expecting regular posts? It's not like I've been posting every day or even every week regularly, although, admitidly (that is NOT spelled correctly), I do need a reminder to post. Actually, it's not a reminder to post, more of a REASON. See, lately I've been averaging... what? 1 comment? And even that 1 comment sometimes takes days after my post to appear. So, I feel like there isn't anybody reading, and if there isn't anybody reading then what's the point in posting? Oh woers me, it's pathetic, I know. The point? I need comments to blog. so comment! Please?

And so on continues the life of the college student...
I arrived around 11ish this morning, back from my weekend of being at hoooome (it has to be said like that, stressed, with an emphasis on the 'ooooome'). I liked being at home. For the most part anyway. I slept. A lot. 18 hours the first night. Hah. I love sleeping, did I ever mention that? Perhaps not, mayhaps I will in another post (someone remind me later). Anyway, continuing on, I arrived, piddled around doing nonsense things such as eating soup and then washing my soup bowl (and spoon), getting myself in some facade of order so that maybe tomorrow I won't be running around like a chicken with my head cut off (ouch) at 8am. I have to pack my, newly-acquired from home, bookbag with most of my stuff tonight, and then just hope I have everything in the morning. Make sense? "Sure, Heather. I mean, it completly wouldn't make sense to double check tonight while you still remember what you need tomorrow, rather than wait til the last minute and forget something important." Shuttup. (no, don't, comment!)
As you can see, I've seemed to pick up the habit of talking to myself. In my head. I'm not quite sure why, or where it came from. Perhaps it came from having so much stuff to do and feeling stressed if I don't figure out a way to talk myself through it? Perhaps. Or I'm insane (yea, that's probably it). Am I insane for hearing the voices or you for not? (yes, I've been saying that repeatedly.)

I used a lot of parenthesis. I'm sorry.
I have a 3-5 page paper due on the 27th that I didn't even start yet and am not sure how to start. I think I'm getting a tutor tomorrow. Seriously. An English major that needs a tutor to help her write papers. Is that irony of the school, or just dumbness on my part?

And so I rush off to double check my bookbag, tonight, like a good little girl.
Look back for updates, I'll try to be better.

my schedule

for those who love to talk to me, yet can't memorize my schedule.