So class is all done and I have successfully survived my freshman year of college. It's a strange feeling. I'm so proud of myself. I'm so happy that I made it and I'm surprised that I'm even still here. I'm a lucky girl. Damn.

I'm also saddened by the fact that it's all done. It's strange to think that I don't have to go to class, take notes, or anything of that sort for a little under five months. That's huge. I won't get to see my Lau-Lau for a long time, and that makes me exceptionally sad. What makes it tougher is that if Lauren isn't around, I doubt Matt will be. I'll miss Dobeck immensely, because of how much he helped me with math. The man is a genius. I'm afraid I won't get to see Hali anymore and Lorraine too. I would die if I lost touch with Andrea. If I could relate this to anything, I would say it's just like graduating from High School. Even though I have another three years ahead of me, who knows if I'll see these people ever again?

Then again, that's how life is. Every time you see someone, it could be your last time with them. But that's a morbid thought.

I was sitting on the counter at Steakout, waiting for somebody (anybody) to wait on when my mind began to wander over to GameStop. I knew he was in there, and I had to use the bathroom anyway. Maybe I'd take a peek, just a quick one. What could that hurt?

I walked out of the corridor and the first thing I saw was his face through the window. My heart twinged in pain, and I turned around to return back to my post. "Ah, so that's what it hurts." I said to myself.

Spiderman 3 is opening tonight! I'll be at the midnight showing with Lauren, Matt, and Dustin. God I feel bad for Dustin. I definately ran over his foot today in my car. I am uber-bitch. ^_^*

Chau chau, amores. Los quiero mucho y los prometo que voy a excribir mas tarde, pero no seria tan amable. Tengo unos 'bones to pick'.