Oooh it’s all dark and thunderstormy outside. ^.^

I don’t really have much to say in this unless I’d be saying what I did in Vegas, but all I really did was go see a couple shows, and walk around a lot.

So I’m about to start my new quarter with some new classes like Spanish and Genre in Lit. – Sci Fi, and then the boring E-Learning II and E-Commerce. The GE one I’m on my own but should be pretty interesting, and the boring ones I have friends in so it should all turn out ok I guess.

Holly’s coming up next weekend though which should be an… interesting experiance I guess I’d say. She’ll be staying with me this time which will be kinda weird when it comes to the idea that she used to live here, you know?

Monday also starts the days when Peter and I have breaks at the same time but somehow I get the idea that he’ll be strangely MIA during it… I don’t know, knowing Peter he’ll just do something else. Comes from knowing him for a long time I guess. I suppose that’s one of the reasons why I always like vacation because during them I always mellow out more about everything involving him and get the chance to settle back more into the well, it’s just Peter sort of mood.

9 more months till I graduate. That right there is pretty terrifying because people are starting to ask me what I’m going to do or where I’m going to live after and since I really have no idea, I’m like AHHHHHH. So yeah.

I really don’t want to go back and live with my parents. Really… really don’t want to.

~Hmm.

Dude, so at night when I’m trying to fall asleep it’s always so something non-horrific right? So eventually I usually settle (cornily enough) on Peter and happily fall asleep. Whenever this happens I have THE WEIRDEST DREAMS.

Granted, Peter is always in them but they’re usually just… weird. Last night in my dreams Peter was like… dating someone else… then like… married to her but still trying to act with me like he always does… and this girl was like.. perfect asian (GOD DAMN MEN AND THEIR ASIANS) so I was like… inferiority complex and all… and there was all this other stuff that was just making it like… REALLY twisted. Like we were all in this giant bed (me peter and his wife) and the weird thing is that it wasn’t weird. It wasn’t like a threesome idea, there was just me, then peter, then his wife. And all I remember is in the dream I made sure I was facing the wall because I didn’t even want to see him and her together.

…weird. Anyway, American Idol’s on now..

I was like… I NEED ALONE TIME: Her counterpoint… You haven’t been alone for like a year any more then I have.

…exactly.

She’s like.. we don’t go anywhere anymore!

Me: When have I ever gone anywhere? Her: ….

Then I was like.. ANGST!Valentines explaination and I got the: It’s just a holiday!

Me: I KNOW ITS A GOD DAMN HOLIDAY!!!

The point is, mine hasn’t always sucked. Thus I can remember times when it didn’t and the people that I was with. I want those moments. It’s not the damn DAY that bothers me, it’s the memories of everyone else. It doesn’t even have to BE valentines.

It’s like… not even because I have feelings for Peter right now that he’s the only one I can put up with, it’s because he seems to be the only one who at least grasps the concept of me needing and not getting alone time and etc. Just like… today when he called just to forewarn me that Daniel was on his way over. It didn’t change anything but at least a had a chance to gain mental prep that once again the alone time being taunted in my face was going to be taken from me.

Holly is like… frustrating me. She’s being all… attention-needy and I’m in one of those moods where I don’t want to do anything with anyone other then my own brain and the people who bother to read these. (On that note, Hi everyone). So I’m getting grumpy every time she’s like… lets do something before I have to start working on Maya for the next 72 hours…

Just back up off me kthx. I’m in the headphones are love mood this week and I’d rather play Yahoo! Games then hold still long enough to watch episodes of a series. I’m like.. figity even though I’m like a sloth right now. I like my random moments where I can just go off and take my nice long showers or ramble in my journal.

Journal-spam is love because nobody can yell at me for doing it. I mean, it’s not like I MAKE people read my journal. Who knows why people do (though it’s nice to know you care. ).