Another day another day another day... blah blah blah. My writing must portray me as the most boring person ever. Thats quite funny, if anything I am terribly over involved and doing ten times more than I should be, especially considering I am fighting off the evil confrontatino of the ebbstein barr virus, affectionately known as the kissing virus. But obla de obla da life goes on, isn't that right Corky. Wow flash from the past, in Junior High my half brother was born. Unfortunately he is Mentally Handicapped. The kids at school started calling me Corky and telling me that I looked like I had down syndrome, obviously I didn't, but anyway.

So about me. I'm 24. Still in college almost done, 6 credits left. Graduating with a degree in Psychology. Here are the plans. Next semester I want to take in internship, and only take an internships, no more CLASSES! Then I graduate. From here I want to either move to Mexico or California. This is pretty boring so I'll move on.

Is it more fun to read about bad feelings? Ok well here are some more bad feelings. I get lonely sometimes. I know it is really bothering me when I get around other people and my mood makes a 180 degree turn. Just smiles and energy from the depths of my saddness flushing to the surface with the torrent of a tsunami.