Roommates

I've only been moved out for 5 months, but it already seems like an eternity. And I'm ready to have my own place.

No more roommates stealing my parking spot. No more roommates stealing my food. No more roommates barging in my room without knocking. No more roommates walking all over my room in their dirty shoes. No more roommates making the kitchen a mess. No more roommates filling up the garbage within a day. No more roommates using up more of my toilet paper than I use myself. No more roommates stomping around the house. No more roommates being loud right when I'm trying to sleep.

Along with all the things my roommates do that I don't like, my freedom is also restricted.

No laying around in whatever unlady-like position I want. No walking around half naked in my bra and underwear (sorry if that's too much information.......). No watching whatever TV shows I want when I feel like it. No cooking smelly Asian food. No decorating the living room however I want.

Yes. I am over it.

Although I regret moving out sometimes, this has been a necessary college experience. I guess it's all good.

My Epiphany

While watching The Bachelor yesterday (for the first time might I add), I suddenly realized a great eternal truth. All hot guys are cocky, shallow, or more likely, both. Good looking guys who AREN'T cocky and/or shallow simply don't exist. Yes, it took me 22 years to come to this conclusion.

P.S. Might I add how incredibly ridiculous reality shows like The Bachelor are?? While watching it yesterday, I think I felt about 1,000,000 of my brain cells pop into non-existence. No offense to those who are fans.

Blog Stalker

Yes. I admit. I blog stalk religiously. I'm probably the biggest blog stalker you'll meet. So if you have a blog, be careful because I am very likely blog stalking you.

Anyway, I decided since I blog stalk, it is not so right to not also be contributing a bit to the blogging world so other people may blog stalk me as well. Right. I am so horrible at this blogging thing, mostly because I don't have my own blog stalker club stalking me, so people, get on it! Ha...ha...my "humor" cracks me up....not.

In reality, I just can never think of things to blog about even though I love writing. In fact, I love writing EXCESSIVELY. I actually do write quite a lot. Everywhere else. Just not on this blog. In fact, I actually have three blogs, two of which are private where I do all my writing, or more accurately, rambling on, so no one can witness my insane weirdness. Sorry nonexistent fans for disappointing you in case you were interested in reading about my daily random craziness.

But you know, writing is like my comfort food, except it's not food. Or you know that blankie you had when you were five that made any boo boo you had go away? Yes, writing is my blankie and my ice cream and chocolate and cheesecake. That's how much I love writing (or rambling I mean). I LOVE it.

That being said, I really seriously cannot think of an interesting topic to post about. . . . . . . . . . . . . .................I don't even know why I try. Apparently I give up, so that will be all for today.