"do I go to fucking DeVry or something?"

I was really dreading going to class today, but it wasn't so bad after all.

Yesterday I was social, which was the first time I actually talked since school started. I made my first college friend. She came up to me during my lunch break and said she saw me at Copeland; we talked for a while then went to our separate classes. She has the same major as me, and she moved here from Nebraska. She seems like a good person. In math class, I talked to the people around me a lot. I got a compliment on one of my shirts from the big black lady that sits behind me. She always says I have nice shirts. A few people made fun of me because I could recall what shirt I wore last week; I honestly do not think its that difficult. Oh, I found out where all the cool indie kids hang out also, they hang out on the back patio in the smoking section. I really have no reason to be over there, because I don't smoke but that is where they all go. I bet I could make amazing small talk with them, if they would just stop smoking...

Today, I had class with my new friend; she sat next to me, and next to her sat, a guy I met at a hookah bar awhile back. I had a lot of fun during class, I brought candy for my new friend, as a little Halloween treat, but she declined; so I gave it to some other girl. Midterms are next week which really blows my mind. During my math class, I said that I was excited for them and everyone laughed at me. Honestly, what is not to be excited about? It is my first college midterm. For another midterm, there will be a nude model in my class who I have to draw, that will be very difficult.

My sister and her boyfriend are coming down to visit tomorrow, until Monday. I am excited to see her and her new boyfriend; I have not seen my sister since August. I go to class from 8 until 5, so I hope I can see them before they go off to party or something, I should, considering last Friday my teacher let us out 3 hours early.



Does he know all the times I made you laugh
Til' your cheeks hurt your sides split letting happiness out...
Does he know what we went through to make this work? Or did he stand on the sidelines just waiting for his turn?

I thought we'd stick to promises but
You've got someone on your shoulder,
It's not like you to cut me so flippantly, so easily

Does he have a clue what a full moon does to you?
Or the nights we'l creep along the darkened streets
And the shadows of hope streached
With flesh touching the softest flesh...
You know I miss it more than I miss it less.
And you would clutch to your safety belt like it was your life and I would take you from this world as your screams got higher.
Sweat glistens then drips down your face
Do I feel the same way? Do I feel the same? No! Does he know?