i love the song moon river, by andy williams. it is the song that carrie and big did the twist to on the last episode of the fourth season of sex and the city. its my new favorite song. i am eating chili cheese fritos. no doubt the worst food in the world for you. but nobody can deny how good they are. i hate it when i go to the grocery store when i am hungry. especially after working out too. i want all of the food. everything that is not good for me or things that i would not buy on any other day. but because i am in the house of food, i feel like i should buy everything that sounds good at that moment. i should think to myself before buying anything...'am i only buying this because i want to sit on this cold tile and eat it right now or because i will really want to eat it later?' i bought so much junk tonight at the store. chili cheese fritos included. also...double stuff oreos. but i cant resist those even when i am sooo full. i wish i could find a pretty place to read on campus that has no bugs or ducks. i hate ducks. i keep sneezing on my computer screen. i have to go.

i'm obsessed with the pantsbooks. can you tell? i even got my idea for my best friend's v-day presents from there. ok, going to read.

she had dreamed about connecting her foot to a ball again. kick. there she went. it rolled softly. she kicked it again. a puff of dust rose from the ground. her heart was galloping madly. she ran to keep up with it. kicking, running, kicking. she let the blurring hexagons and pentagons hypnotize her. this was nice, just this. she didnt need any games or coaches or cheering onlookers or college scouts. she just needed this.
--from the second summer of the sisterhood (traveling pants)

she hiked out to interstate 65. a bunch of the high school kids passed her on the road. they were clumped together in a convertible, and she walked alone on the shoulder. she knew how it looked to them and she didnt care. some girls couldnt stand being alone. bridget was different. she went to movies, restaurants, even parties by herself. she loved her three friends above all other things, but she'd rather be alone than cling to people she didnt care about.
---from the second summer of the sisterhood(traveling pants)

so i thought that because i took this thing off of my aim profile nobody would read it and i could just write random things and nobody would know. i was wrong. i now know that i cant talk about all the drugs that i am doing and how much i hate my sister. she is up in the big D telling me i should update my blog. i had no idea she was reading it. im glad i didnt talk about the time i cleaned the toilet with her toothbrush. that would have been bad. i have to get to my 2 o'clock class early so i can get a seat in the back with the big desk. if i dont, i have to sit in the tiny seats that are too close together and people smell like cigarettes and they lean on me and i feel like throwing up the whole time. now i shall go learn something...because people are reading now i have to pretend that i am the perfect student that i really am. i got all b's last semester...dont forget about that!!

p.s. i dont really do drugs, (well caffiene), and i dont hate my sister. and i didnt clean the toilet with her toothbrush...or did i?