December 18th

I almost forgot to post here today.  I almost failed at updating once a day for a month.  Truth is though, I'm kind of looking forward to this month being over so I don't have to remember to update every day.  I mean.. I don't mind.  But sometimes I really have nothing to say, so I just update with random nonsenseness.  It's not like I never have anything to say; sometimes I do, but other times...  Let's just say this wasn't one of my brightest ideas.  And I doubt if I'll update every single day after this month ends.  haha.  I'll still update.  I like writing in here.  It's like... I can just put my thoughts and somewhat try to organize them all out.  I like that.  I just don't think I'll post every day.

Anyway.  I HATE when you go to a family party, and everyone's first question to you is "so, do you have a boyfriend yet?" (with the emphasis always on boy).   "Erm.. no..." "Well, are you looking for a boyfriend?" "... not really, no." "Because you're focusing on school, right?" "..." "Well that's a good idea.  Boys are just trouble when you're in school." "...I have lots of guy friends." "But not a boyfriend?" "No.." "Why not?" "I just... I -" "You'll have plenty of time for boys when you're done with school." "um... I -" "So how's school going anyway?" "It's... good."  That's always how the conversations go.  They end after you say school's going good.  Really?  It's no one's business who I date.  That only matters to me.  And whoever I end up with.  Oh, and what's even better is when they point out that Nikki has a boyfriend.  Because, you know, I obviously didn't know that.  They've only been together 15 months, but hey, thanks for letting me know.

I have a crapload of homework to get done tomorrow.  Monday is the LAST DAY OF THE SEMESTER (finally) and I'll spend all day tomorrow doing homework done.  And since it'll be tomorrow in about 48 minutes, I should probably get to sleep so I can wake up and get that last bit of homework done.

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