steve just left my house but he should've moved in given how long i was rambling to him about all sorts of things. but he is the good sort of friend and he listened to my ridiculous tales and over-thought opinions.

got my next semester schedule! woo! and it's awesome. i start class late three days a week. mmm... lazy bliss.

i hate calling people up and i especially hate leaving messages where i make myself sound like a grade A queen dumb ass. if whoever i'm calling doesn't call me back within five hours i start to think, "well, there we go. they think i'm a complete doofus now" the idea of whoever i'm calling actually being out of their house or enjoying a social life never crosses my mind. i go ahead and assume the worst. i love talking on the phone but i wish there was a way to call someone and then have the whole process reversed so they were calling me to begin with. or something. everyone, just call me from now on, damnit. i don't want to leave anymore messages that make me lose friends.

so... tired.