My World Crumbles When You Are Not Near

            I pulled up this page a few minutes ago, starred at the epic blankness for a few minutes while trying to figure out what to write and then someone knocks on my door. I officially hate my dorm. I get up to go see who the hell is knocking on my door. I open it up and see the people across the hall from me with there door open and a (no racist) black dude chilling and waiting on me to open my door... my face--> O.o  and here's some of the dialog.....

Him- We'zzz just try-an to meet our neigh-boars.
Me- Hi?
Him- What beezzz yo name?
Me- It's on my door?
Him- Ah. Coool. Coool. So, ummm, you ain't gotzz no room-mate?
Me- There's only one name on the door.
Him- *blank face*
Me- No. I do not have a roommate.
Him- Ah. Coool. Coool. So, ummm, we'zz just try-an to in-troo-duece ahrrr selvesss
Me- Hi?

Then they introduced me to everyone including... I kid you not.... Perky Perky Brittany. This lasted for like the longest five awkward minutes of my life. Bobby (Him in my story) then tried to barge himself into my room. Ugh. Stupid people.

            Anyways..... History does this film night thing and I went to it. I figured bonus points are always good.  We watched the first half of Gone With The Wind. There was this really old couple that sat in front of me and I kept looking down at them. The old man held her hand the whole entire movie and when Ole Dude kissed Scarlet O'Hera the old man leaned over and  kissed his wife on the cheek. Made me wanna cry. This goes back to the hopeless romantic statement that has been said in previous blogs. That's what I want. I want to be 80 years old and still married to the same man. To go out and watch old timey movies and still be so in love that an 18 year-old that is sitting behind me wants to cry. That's it. I want to be so in love that it makes people want to cry. I guess I shouldn't hold my breath. 62 years is a loooooong time to wait.

             Other than that, I'm not home sick. I'm routine sick. I miss the McComb Sonic. I miss my sweet tea. I miss Friday night football games and hot dogs. I miss my friends. Most of them seem too busy to talk now. It's so much easier to find time to talk to someone that's a walk across campus instead of four hours away. Instead of eating lunch with Layla, Ryan, Brandon, Sarah, Chris, and Matt, I sit alone in my room and creep facebook. Instead of going to Sonic with Layla and Sarah, I go by myself. I know it's my fault. I'm sooooo anti-social. I'm so afraid that I'm going to say the wrong thing to someone and that person get mad and talk about me later when I'm not there. I'm the invisible girl that hears how mean people are, remember. So, instead of trying to put myself in the position of being talked about with the chance of maybe making some new friends, I sit alone in my room with the chance that someone from homes wants to talk to me and waits on the phone to never ring........ Gosh, I'm pitiful and way to honest when I write. Oh well. I'll wake up tomorrow with little to no sleep under my belt, fake a smile and attempt to forget until later on at night when I'm reminded how lonely I am...

             Sorry to the people that read this... Bad day is all.... My knees have been acting up seeing how they are not used to the abuse of stairs. I'm going to be optimistic and say that tomorrow will be better and say goodnight. Until next time... Peace, love, and whatever else helps you sleep at night.