One Fry. Two Fry. Red Fry. Blue Fry.

..ok, so maybe not blue fry. but it sounded suiting.

anyway, it's about 12:40 and i just got back from lunch a bit ago. it sucked. as usual. i want to know why they can't keep the lunch warm for more than 10 minutes. i don't even know if half the food is supposed to be warm or cold intentionally. =| it smells strange too. mike was eating hot dogs that smell like my grandma's house at Russian Christmas... and we don't even have anything remotely close to hot dogs for that dinner. ugh. can someone pass the KFC mashed potatoes, please? =/

anyway, i hate how i get so nervous if i leave the comfort of my dorm. i was sitting there chasing my fries around on the plate with a toothpick just to force myself to not have to concentrate on being in an open public area. i started feeling anxious and sick. and i fidget when i get nervous. i just kept staring at the TV telling myself to breathe. god damnit. i hate this. i swear the hardest thing that i'm ever going to have to conquer is myself. which brings me to the point about this weekend.

absolutely nothing.

normally i go home. but they're calling for snow. and theres noooo way in hell i'm going to take that little 800-pound Toyota out in the snow. unless I plan on dying, of course. which isn't currently on my agenda.

i want alex to come up here. i'll even pay for him to get back.
so, if you see this..
come up here, pleaaaaaaaase. =]

it's sooo eassyyyyyyyy.

i love you. <3


bye.