Current mood:Laughter Once upon a time I used to like you: your khakis and your glasses; your big brown eyes. you had a wonderful smile and wonderful white shoes. So what happened? We're miles apart (and you're still running) alone with only your Abercrombie sweater and blue contacts for company Don't you ever miss me? Don't you ever wish it were different? I guess not, or we'd still be Us. Sometimes I wish I could kiss you and make everything around you dull into a muted whisper. *** I learned today that at the State interviews for GHP I have this time period of 45 minutes where they give me this essay topic and I have to produce this magnificent piece of knowledgeable work in those minutes--I hope they won't be too disappointed with mine. Haha! I mean, I'd probably start to ramble, as we all know I have a tendency to do, and then what? Sayonara, GHP. But seriously, I have to try. Give me some practice. Help! Help! Help! *** I switched to art next semester because Drama sucks. Royally. The end. *** It's getting cold and I like it. *** Liliya Plotkina (Lili Plotkin, Lili Plotkina, Liliya Plotkin) chalks one up for herself and none for Grant Stivers--who is failing to access her diary. Damn straight I win.