How many times I wonder about and dread the things I do not know.  I get worried, anxious, spazzy.  Impatient.  Mean.  Unsteady.  Not stable, is what she called me, because I had too broad an open mind to her.  I saw the different sides.  Didn’t know which one to choose and shared all my ideas on each one.  She told her daughter not to hang out with me despite I being her roommate…her only friend.  If her parents only knew my charity in befriending her from the start, they would have appreciated me.  The other roommate and I, on the first day we met, established how weird and unfriendly she is; On that first day she didn’t talk much to either of us.  I clicked with the other roommate and she was more stylish than Her.  But when it came down to it my pity for Her grew and I befriended her instead of the more beautiful one.  I felt sorry for the cool girl, it’s the only thing I can think to call her.  We ended up ignoring her but only because I never saw her around campus.  I made other friends and sat by them, as she sat by our suitemates.  I didnt like our friendly neighbors.  They were excited about a boy I met, not knowing how dorky he was.  I said, “It’s not a big deal” and then the conversation died down and I left.

The laundry was fun to do.  I had two pretty nice laundry bags.  I love to have newly washed clothes.  It is like treasure that i can actually Use.  I like practical things.  Not like this Precious Moments statue I have on my nightstand.  I was going to give it to my Mom but then I thought about how many good things I have that I give away and how nice it could be if I kept them for me.  So I opened the box and put the statue on my nightstand.  And it is dusty now and I do not care for it.  I don’t care for Precious Moments even though it is cute.  I rather have my teddy bears that I can smoosh and smother.  Call my teddies names of sentimentality and imagine they are there with me but better.  For I wish not to be in bed with John or Scott…I think.  I like my cute teddies that I can smash and throw around.  John and Scott wouldn’t like the same treatment.  So precious moments I have now, dusty, and neglected.  I don’t even look at it now except with disgust for I hate sweet things.  Cute is disgusting, but it depends on what you call cute; I like Hello Kitty.