I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now...

Not really. I'm in my room. My dorm room. I rearranged it to make it equal. I rule. I have to do laundry, though. I really have nothing to write; just miss blogging. Things sure have changed around here. i had to get a Google account?? Dunno. So I was reading my Anthro about Folk Saints and there's this one... Dufunta Correa. She died in the desert with her little baby and the baby survived for weeks by breast feeding from her--while she was dead. I don't really get it, because she died of heat exhaustion, and aren't babies more susceptible to that? I'm listening to Brighteyes on someone else's shared itunes. It came on random. I used to like this song. I guess I still do, sort of. It's called, "Lover I Don't Have to Love." Mostly because it's about... "unrequited love" relationships?

I want lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk

I want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck

Sad stuff, I know. What can i say? I was a broken 16-year old on the verge of emo-indie-glam rock. I honestly don't know. I discovered I really like Tool today. I was rocking out. Like, really.

My room is clean-ish. Nice. I usually have a clean room at home, but this one's small. No storage space. None. Um.. more later.