Grammmmmmy Night.

Just chilling in Kevin's apartment watching the Grammy's on his big TV. It would be wonderful but we don't have the same opinion on music. And I mean NONE of our opinions are the same. We don't even have the same opinion on opinions. Good grief. It's going to be a great couple of hours.

I have a lot of studying to do. I have my first History test and my first Sociology test. I'm hoping I do good in both...but we'll see. I also have work this week so I won't have that much time to study. I'm basically going to have to put everything else aside other than sleeping, studying, and eating. Great. I don't like doing that.

I hate school.

I've realized that again. Totally not what I like doing. And I still have at least two more years of this. Gahhhhhhhh. At least I have friends.

I want a sprite.

I want Kevin to hang his posters up. They're just sitting on the floor.

I want to watch Twilight.

I don't want to work anymore. Three days was enough for me.

I'll like it when I get paid I guess.

I've been having really good, but weird, dreams. I can't share them with anyone. And I think I want them to come true. But they can't.

Weird.

I want to go to New York.

I want to escape from the world.

I want my hair to be more red.

I love Taylor Swift. She's so pretty and she writes songs that are amazing!

Miley Cyrus rocks my socks off too.

I love my kind of music. And I don't mind if anyone makes fun of me for it. It makes me happy.

I want the glam and the glitz of life.

What happens during the 8 hours I sleep at night. That's a long time that I'm not aware of.

I want to have kids...I'm just not sure I'll ever be able to handle it.

I wish I could dance like the Pussycat Dolls.

I want money. It makes me happy. Happier than most things/people can.

I really don't like Allison Krauss.

I miss my parents...but I would never want to go back to my childhood. I like being independent. But on that same note, I don't like being financially independent. I don't think I can handle the responsibility.

I wish I was great at one thing.

I don't know why I'm not smarter...I was raised to be smarter than I am.

I don't like people watching over me while I'm writing things. On paper or on the computer. It really bugs me and makes me want to just stop completely. I feel that they are judging me.

What are animals thinking?

These are things I think of.