italian children's stories/fables are really depressing. their version of little red ridding hood ends with the little girl being eaten...not good.

my friends are just the silliest bunch of ppl i know. i love having them around.

ahhh this thing is giving me a headache!!!

so the results of all the songs named Jessica are in. The allman brothers have a really nice instrumental; most songs named Jessica are instrumentals. I have also learned that there are alot of Jessica's out there that are heartbreakers, hence songs like Jessica is a Bitch and I hate Jessica. The funniest Jessica song is the Tejano one. yea, lisening to that was disturbing. I also looked at songs named Anna (for my funny friend Anna), and found one that was probably related to her in some way called Anna is a speed freak. I searched for songs named Charles, Brent, and Andy and I learned that ppl dont really write songs about boys. But there are alot of Capueta songs with "abad" in them.

yea, all this instead of doing my macro...

i just downloaded every song with Jessica as the title...yea, i'm a little stuck on myself so far, although i found one called Jessica is a bitch, i can't wait to hear that one.

i have weird dreams. case and point: last night i had a dream about p.diddy (puffy whatever, point is he shouldnt be in my dream), so thats weird enough, weirder still was the fact that i dreamt that i was meeting luis and justin (luis' roommate/really good friend for those folks following at home) anyways i was meeting them at the supermarket, mind you i took the PVTA to the supermarket, and when i got there puffy was making an apperance near the cheese/dairy section inside of some clothing store (that was right by the cheese sticks), so Justin turns to me and ask "is that puffy?" and i was like "yea" like i was some kind of authority and could distinguish between the real puffy and a fake one. then i said something else weird, i was like "yea, i've seen him here about 3 or 4 times now." odd
but yea, after that i played monopoly with andy's brothers and then the game tried to attack us in some way, i forget. the whole point is i have some weird dreams.

professors are just really cute. my women's studies professor was just giddy bc her book won an award, and she was like not really making much sense in class and she let us out early. which was great if i had known that, that was what was happening, but i didnt. so i went to my macro class directly afterward like i always do, and ended up there thinking that i was late (the clock in that room never really tells the correct time) and i walked in and sat down. come to figuare out (after i had sat down of course) that i was sitting in on his class that is directly before mine. yea, i felt silly.

i now have a headache. but it looks pretty, so its worth it. i hope.

hehe, i was supposed to do macro, but instead i killed some time and updated this page. hope u guys like. i'll figuare out how to adjust that window on the side, eventually.

what kind of punk would put bean sprouts on a sandwich? all i want is a normal sandwich, just some ham maybe cheese, on bread, thats it, i'm not asking for anything strange. what do i get? bean sprouts, ham, cream, and a bread...ever tried to pick out bean sprouts? it gets u nowhere....

ok, i'm reading my women's studies reading and this what i just read, and i had to take a pause and just write it down to share "all men have the potential to rape, and may be expected to do so if they can get away with it."...yea...i just dont agree with that.

oh yea, and i have a single for next year, plus my dorm is going to have a soft serve ice cream machine...very nice...

yea, its weird when ppl i dont really know come up to me and hug me, I'm like "get off me." especially considering it was the girl from my eco class last semester who was that person in the class who asked the dumb stupid questions and was trying to sound smart...yea, u know who this person is, there's one in every class...

so yes. i spent yet another exciting saturday studying and talking to the boy. i hate macro. and boys named andres make me happy. oh and rice doesnt have any good exciting classes during the summer. there.

so macro made me cry today, things that are within my major should not be stressful to me, i just dont believe in that, so i'm doing political economics now, which means that I'm designing my own major, my advisor just makes my life so much easier, he is just the best man. just when i needed some good wonderful vibes he gave them to me...yay...ok

boys who write me letters make me happy. mail makes me happy period. but boys who actually decide to write me letters just make me happy. it makes me wanna spend time with them, and see what they're up to.

ok, so the moral of today's story is dont have candy. If ur name is Jessica just dont have little Mamba candies, cause then ur body is so pumped with the sugar that u cant concentrate on the stupid italian...auuggh...must focus...i feel like brent....

right so yes. professors are funny little creatures, i hope to be one of them one day. i went in to talk to my macro prof today, and my women's studies prof, and they're just funny. I'm convinced that my macro prof is the most lonely little man on the planet, well maybe not, i know he has kids and a wife so he cant be so lonely but he's always alone during his office hours. On the other hand my eco advisor is kinda a bit of a slut, bc he's in his office with a different girl everytime i check in on him, but thats ok, he's a fun man. but my women's studies professor is just funny, she's a great teacher, i just dont really believe eveything she has to say, which is ok. I'd be curious to know if other professors at other colleges are just as weird as mine are. oh and i saw a dog pee in the middle of Skinner today (its one of our buildings), its funny bc all of them bring their dogs to class and i always wondered if they (the dogs) were just well trained or what. so now i know. the dog just got too excited, its not his fault.

boys are great, because they're simple. Tell say something and thats what they mean, no ify-ness about it. they also make me laugh and feel better. girls are great though, cause they bring u m&m's when u dont really need any, and then u get sick from eating the m&m's and the fake chicken noodle soup that just says it has "white meat" in them. wait no it wasnt the m&m's just the funny fake meat...i'm gonna starve at this school....

From Brent, or Brent's friend Jeff:

girls require time and money, so
girls = time x money
time is money-
time = money
girls = money x money
money is the root of evil
money = evil^.5 so
girls = evil^.5 x evil^.5
and finally we simplify
girls = evil

yea, i dont know, the math seems kinda funny but it seems right

i keep being really impressed by the fact that me and andy have been together for 7 months now, i'm thinking "thats a chunk of time that went by fairly smoothly," and then today its been the movement of the couples that have been together for 2 yrs, thats two YEARS of ur life, of ur young life, not the old part where everything just blends together and before u know it u've been married for 20 something yrs....ahh, i'm too impressed by them right now...

funny things to mention in this months Jane:
*the prank of the month involved a Jamba Juice, it even featured a picture of the writter drinking a smoothie, it made me laugh.
*definition of soft lovers: people who don't get sweaty during sex
*oh and the words "penis storage"
*plus an article that tells u what happens when you stop bullsh*t*ng. The writer went to her gyno and told her she has unprotected sex and never got the cream that she was asked to get...classic, then she goes on to tell her date that she masterbated in the morning before getting there....

women's college = odd posters for dyke power... i walk into my dorm and see a flyer of a strap on and a penis. I was scared.

oh, i got a picture of me drawn by this man in times square, it took him like 15 min to do it, and it looks like a photograph...its pretty creepy, bc its like a 14 by 17 of my head. Its pretty though, i just wouldnt keep it in my room.

getting to wake up next to someone is one of the simplest most wonderful pleasures in the world.

just when you think you have had enough the gods smack u a good one. it's getting really hard to be optomistic. it was already pretty hard. i decided to stay in houston this summer, which is really good because now i feel like that's where i really need to be. i dont know how this story is going to end. and i know i'm being vague but i really dont think i wanna write about it. I cannot wait to get this year over with. just when i start to think i cant possibly go thru more stuff, i've gone down the list, i've done it, theres more. but then again there's always more isnt it?

i went to new york last weekend and it was a ton of fun. I'll just skim thru some highlights:1. there was a crazy old foreign woman in the middle of the street who like publicly cursed this man for breaking her shopping bag or something, best part was when she spit at him and called him "shiiiiit" (it was great), 2. the food- i had puerto rican food it's close enough to colombian food that it made me happy, 3. getting to spend a weekend away from the madness. Although it was really a great weekend, with my wonderful sane friends and the always wonderful andy, there were some lowpoints, really these are the only lowpoints 1. slipping in the tub and hitting the back of my head against the tub, it was all bc the day before i had noted that there wasn't a grib bar and that if an elderly person fell they could sue, 2. the crazy midget woman in times square (i hate midgets, i think they're dirty- thats just my opinion), 3. almost missing the train back because andy was getting a smoothie...although it was funny to watch him run across the train station while holding 2 drinks....all in all it was really just what i needed.

i like when i have plans and people ask me to do things, it makes me feel special.

i no longer have a boy, i have a small child... thats what happens when u start living with people...
i'm just kidding, having him around is great. its funny walking around with him though, ppl look at him funny, cause he's a boy.

let me just get this out in the open. I'm not in high school anymore. I'm not. I have also learned enough to not want drama in my life. I just dont need it. I'm also incredibly happy, bc the people I'm around now are just amazing, and aren't out to screw me over, or exploit me in some way in other to make themselves feel better. i love where i go to school. I love my teachers, i love my friends, i love breathing the fresh air, and getting to experience something outside of what I knew before. I'm not out to start mess, i just call things like i see them, and i dont put up with bullshit. i dont need drama, nor do i want it. thats it. plain and simple. i'm not naming names, and I'm not starting mess. just dont ever assume that you know the whole story when u dont. no one knows the whole story, and u cant really tell what someone's intentions are when they say things. u dont know where they are coming from, u dont know their background, and u dont know that sometimes they really are just trying to watch out for someone that they also care for. sometimes the best thing a friend can do is to shit on u. u never really know.

i really enjoyed hanging out with boys for a week. it was what i needed.

driving across the state makes u tired and sleepy....having the boy edit ur post for grammatical errors is amusing...it also makes u feel like ur about 7.

another fun thing about going out with brent is getting "the look" when we go out, its the "what the hell are you doing hanging out with a white girl/black guy" look. Its funny. bc sometimes u just wanna explain to them thats its not really that big of a deal, and that we've known each other since he had a flat-top and i have huge pink glasses, otherwise known as "grade school"

i went shopping and remembered why shopping with brent is fun. Brent tells me when ppl are checking me out, today i was checked out by a girl, and some dirty mexicans...also i find it amusing that video games have girly posters in them...yea they're also gross.

right so u wanna know what kind of state this is? the kind where it gets into the high 40's and ppl start wearing shorts.

one day this is going to work...even if it means the end of brent.

oh and boys named andy are great, bc they'll heat up leftovers for u and miss class so they can hang out with u....and they smell good.
boys named brent are great bc they'll make u a sandwhich and provide u with binoculars when u wanna spy on his neighboors.

watching people is just a lot of fun, especially when u dont know them and they are in a building dirrectly infront of urs and u have binoculars...is this wrong? i dont think so. i simply think of it as one more way of being entertained by strangers...the lesson of the day is that when u think that you're alone, ur really not. so if ur gonna be doing something that ur mom wouldnt approve of, might as well do it at just the right angle so that the trees dont block the other person's view of it. i think i've been watching too much sex in the city.

so yea, i'm on spring break and hanging around boys which is cool, bc girls get on ur nerves after a while, (not the wonderful kinds of girls u cant live without but the crazy ones that are crazy) , but yea... its nice, the boy's amazing....

its just one thing after another...but then again it always is. thats the way my life is. but what can I do really, but just expect the worst. i'm tired. i'm just tired.

my friend let me drive her car today, and it made me feel like so very special that she would even let me drive her car around (its a nice car) and so that just made my day...

so i took my italian midterm and i thought i knew the future tense, and then i realized that i didnt. and i studied and knew my vocab down pat, and of course none of it was on the exam...i dont like test, but thats alright....hopefully its just a looooow B and nothing worse...lets all pray

right so yea. I'm so looking foward to this break that its not even funny. i need a break from people. i dont know there's just so much drama and crap basically, when all i really wanna do is just study. i always hate when stuff is no longer organic between me and someone else, bc the whole time ur talking to them u just think about how easy it used to be to talk to them, and how now its so hard to just say anything to them. its like i'm walking on eggshells and i just dont wanna deal with that. i know exactly where it is that i wanna be, but there's just all of this stuff getting in my way, and why does there have to be drama, why do things have to change? i cannot wait to see the boy so all this crap will go away, and then to get to spend some time making my mind go numb with brent. i think testosterone will make things better. or at least i hope that i will.

i've discovered that the problem w/women is that some of them are just crazy.

and I'm now an SA!! this is super exciting for me bc I was certain that I wouldnt get in, and this is the second great news of the week!!! but the best part is that I dont have to deal with the whole lottery bs for next year, but the even better part is that I dont have to worry about being someone's roomate!!! ahhh.......a single!!!! i have the feeling i'm being set up for a fall but i dont see it coming since at the end of this week i get to see the boy!!!

so today is just a really good day, why u may be asking? bc my adviser is the sh*t. I'm doing this independent study with him in economics, and at first I was just like "eh ind. thats no big deal nothing too interesting is gonna come out of this." nevermind I'm not supposed to be doing independents as a first year, but whatever no biggie. right so, today I have finally just gotten around to meeting with him, and we start talking going back and forth, he's explaining some of the concepts in the book to me, and so forth. ok, so the punchline of this whole thing is that we came across a thought thats really provocative and new, so he says "u know that would be a really provocative paper to write, beyond that it would just be a very easy to get it published, not only would it be easy to publish it would be worth publishing and getting it noticed, we should co-write this." and yea. this is what I've been wanting to do for a really long time now, and as an undergrad I'm going to start getting things published and establishing a name for myself! i'm way too giddy. but yea, it wouldn't be finished until next year, sometime but still wow...that just made my day.

just when u think things are getting better, they dont. yup.

i worked in a soup kitchen this morning, and it wasnt what i expected it to be. first off, i had to make rice, i can cook thats not a problem, i just dont make rice. I dont eat rice, so thus i never learned how to make it. so i was a little confused by it, and scared at the fact she was actually allowing me to cook something. so yea, and then we sat with the people there, and we ate with them, and i met this man named Jim, and he was funny and smart and he obviously had a story. i always see people that are homeless and i'm a little uncomfortable in the situation, i know that they're just people, i understand that, but I dont know really how to relate. so that was a little odd, but now whats really bothering me is that I wont know what happens to Jim...

did i mention my friends are soo wonderful? bc they are, these are the sweetest most balanced fun people to be around. without them the estrogen in this place would kill me.

so we went out to dinner last night, to this puerto rican place, but it was closed, which made me sad but it wasnt too big of a deal, so then we went to the next town over and ended up at this chinese place. the place looks normal, but then we walked in, and it was like a third of a chinese place, and like the other half was like an irish pub, w/this bad dj playing music. if the nicer jess hadnt been there, me and annita would have walked out, but she made it all so much better. the place was like icky to say the least, but the guy who served us the food was so nice, and friendly, and he was sooo happy to see us there, and he was sooo cute. and so we ordered and he made us our food in this like little kitchen, and this little chinese guy is like in the back room like drinking a rolling rock and cooking our food, and then he was like smoking, but the man was soo cute. the dj was like playing random music, like Frank Sinatra, and then like jennifer lopez stuff, it was weird, but it was such a great night. it was ...."delightfuly random"

so, things are so much better now. and i've had such a great time with my friends these last few days, i dont know what i would do without them. i really dont, i never thought i would like girls as much as i love these girls, ah they make everything better, and boys named andy make everything better. i'm so giddy now, and i feel so free and like i dont have to worry about things anymore. thanks.

why the hell do i do this to myself? i really wanna know. i know better than this. ugh my mind turning to mush and i cant see a way out, and i want to hide and run. i'm trying to think outside of myself and yet i cant. i just cant. i dont have anymore answers.

i wonder about myself alot of times. and how i managed to get myself into situations that seem so outside of myself. i feel sick thinking about things. i feel sicker when i over think them. i feel sickest when i ignore them and pretend they never happened. i'm hoping i wake up a better person than the one that went to sleep.

best part of meeting with my macro professor when we were looking thru my exam, and i explained my logic to him and he says "oh that makes it worse." the 2nd best part was when we got to the end of the exam and he was looks at me and is like "u sure have some funny algebra going on" and then i said "yea i have a tendency of doing that"...but i think i'm better now, so it's ok

i got a kick in the butt when i got my macro test back today...that wasnt so fun. but its ok, bc its not the end of the world, and i know that i didnt work as hard as i should have on that midterm. it just sucks when u're expecting one grade on a test and then receive a completly different one. not fun at all.

whats with a drag ball at a women's college? i dont get it. i dont think i wanna get it.

this school is just weird. too much estrogen can kill u.

so i went out last night with my good friend annita. anyone who can speak to me in spanish even though they're learning is just amazing to me. anyways, so we went to this party at amherst (college down the road) and it was an okay party, but the same thing that always happens happened. Neither of us was dressed hoeish but the only guys who tried to approach us we're the dirty guys. It might have to do w/the fact we were dancing with each other but it started to get really funny. there was this one guy who just kept trying to dance on me (he was trying to molest my rear) and we rejected this poor kid at least 8 times. He would come towards one of us and we would just start grinding with each other. it was hillarious. then somehow these 3 black guys show up, that must have been a foot taller than me (i was wearing heals), and somehow i ended up in the middle of this african manwhich. i couldnt stop laughing, maybe bc i thought that was gonna be the end of me, and that after that i was never gonna be the same. and then there was this nice, white guy (it was like a salsa, hip hop, and merenge party-white guys stuck out like a sore thumb) who was drunk but he was really nice. he saw some guy trying to dance on me and saw me laughing and was like "u want me to get rid of this guy for you?" and i was like "thanks"...he was a nice drunk guy. but yea, no nice boys ever try to pick me up at these things, never. i mean i wouldnt mind dancing with some guy at these things that wasnt dirty, drunk, and trying to dry hump me. sigh...the boy needs to come back already.

my school's bad connection can just suck it...being disconnected for 5 min was probably the worst experience of my life. i should sue.

when i get stressed about professors, I like to go online and find out what their credentials are. That way I know whether or not I should pay any attention to this person or not. After all you dont wanna sit around and swallow everything any Ph.D wants to teach you.

i really wanna be an SA, and it almost bugs me cause i dont think i'm gonna get it. they want "diversity" and i dont look hispanic, i look white. which isnt diverse. so yea, i'm kinda bummed. but what can i do right? blah.

john mayer is yummy. not bc he's super attractive,(bc he's kinda dorky), but bc he can play the guitar, and goof around and have fun while singing really wonderful songs.

my macro prof is giving us back or exams and allowing us to retake 2 sections in it. Its the exact same test, and we have 90min to take it. on our own, at whatever time we want. I cant get used to this system at this school. I dont know, i know they trust us, but this is ridiculous, we've already seen the test, and we know what to study for it. and he's gonna allow us to retake the same exam, for 80% of whatever we get. I dont know how i feel about that.

every single movie that I watch at this school makes me feel like I need therapy after I finish watching it. I dont know why that they assign these depressing movies to a bunch of happy intellegent girls/ (women whatever.) So yea.

ok so it snowed today, which wouldnt have been so weird, if the day before it hadnt been in the 60's...i dont know, but other than that, today was the best mail day ever! I got a book, a letter, a package from the boy, and some other stuff! It was like christmas! i love mail

maybe global warming isnt such a bad thing, its a good ol' 60 degrees here...pretty nice

why is my religion movie in italian? whats up with that?

conundrum...ppl like this word...i dont know thats all i got

i always think its cool to meet new people and find that they're pretty cool and not snobby...(yea yea andy i know)

my room smells like chopped beef...i dont know what to do with that

macro went fine. I dont believe any of it, so it makes it hard to be able to take a test on it, but thats ok,its over and done with, which always makes me happy

days are always better when u do what ur supposed to and are just honest and upfront with people, and boys who dont go to your school always make things better...yea, i'm giddy

i hate macro economics...i hate it...i also hate having to do math without my 89...it makes my brain hurt and not in a good way...

my italian horoscope- amore: Per evitare le solite, sterili discussioni, punta tutto su cio che vi unisce, e non su cio che vi divide, salute: sei sensibile al freddo, copriti bene ed evita lo stress, soldi & lavoro: devi contenere le spese, evidanto di comprare cio che no e inispensabile- whats it all mean? i'm supposed to not argue with my lover and focus on the things that divide and don't divide (i dont know)...then it says i'm sensible to the cold, and to have lots of blankets and avoid stress, and the last thing it does is tell me to not spend my money...the italian horoscope is telling me to hide in my bed with warm blankets....kinda like that.

boys are cute...this school needs more boys

u wonder to urself sometimes "i wonder what a liberal liberal arts women's college is like?" u really wanna know? its like this: "Just because you're born with a penis doesn't mean you're a man." [insert name of the prof here]. welcome to my world

i am victorious. My brother wrote about me.

my bro emailed me, and it was pretty random, and i was just confused bc i still have the whole little sister thing going on when i dont understand the concept of my brother talking to me on his own. The whole time i'm wondering why my brothers actually talking to me...like i'm somehow still the little girl who used to fake cry so he would get in trouble and not me...so yea, now i feel like i've accomplished something worthwhile bc my brother decided to talk to me today. its like that full house episode...i need sleep.

i think more people should write about me.

i've been living off maalox for the last couple of days...i'm conviced that its just overpriced chalk and that its the equivalent of a sugar pill but whatever...i have to pull an essay out of my ass for women's studies and i think the class is a bunch of bull...dont believe me? how about this: "The deep sleep into which the women of the twenty-seventh year fall is an intellectual castration...." intellectual castration...what the hell i'm i supposed to do with a liberal arts degree?

yesterday was one day in my life that I'm never getting back. I spent the entire day asleep, because i got sick. I hate being sick...

boston is just a really fun place...i need to not be so far away from it...

andy's are amazing...but then again i think anyone who is able to put up with my crazyness (quirkiness whatever), is just amazing...

I have learned that the best way to scare a man sh*tless is to mention the word "life" in relation to your own, and all u really need to do is vaguely mention their possible involvement in it...I should write a book

if theres anything that i've learned from going to an engineering school is that a roll of duck tape and cardboard will fix any problem...with those two things i could make myself a house...

i just paid $2 on a roll of duck tape...i feel exploited

non joy of womens college: someones nasty undies in the bathroom sink...::gross::...

i hate how my friends live right next to the bathroom, whenever i just wanna go pee there they are...and so i start talking to them and forget about going to the potty...

i made dirty signs so people would come to the valentines tea that i'm having in my dorm...they were made in honor of all the junk mail that comes to ur mail every morning...my favorite is one that says: ENLARGE YOUR PENIS! come to the v-day tea...its a women's college....ahhh...fun stuff

its cold outside...and i want to wear cute clothes, bc theres nothing attractive about jackets and hats...its a wonder that ppl up here can even procreate...

i hate the feeling of looking into ur planner and seeing that ur gonna get done and theres nothing you can do to keep it from happening, it makes me just wanna shut the planner and go give up and watch some TV...augh only 24hrs in a day...

i'm excited about valentine's day, and i never have been before, so its strangely nice, and i'm just really excited at the idea of getting a sappy card (unless there is no card...i dont wanna assume that i'm getting something...although i want something sappy*hint* like pretty pink flowers *bigger hint*)...anywho, yea, i'm excited...i'm just really giddy

i've been lisening to John Mayer's wonderland, for the last couple of days basically on repeat...its like the perfect sappy love song...i highly recommend it

i wanna play rugby, and everyone is telling me not to, that i will be broken in 2, and that my ears will be riped off, and that the lesbians on the team will for all intensive purposes will rape me...or violate me. but i dont know i wanna try it, and see whats it like. and i think i have enough aggression in me to be able to play well, and i'm fast enough to run away from the bigger women...i just wanna try and see if i like it...but we'll see...my friends are saying they will call my mom if worse comes to worse...i laughed

i've been having too much fun lately to write much, but thats a great thing. i'm so glad that i came to this school, its like a large slumber party. its still amazes me how much fun i'm really having here, bc i'm really one of those people that thought girls were no fun. I've decided that i have amazing insticts, and that everything that i do is right...i moved the room around and the roomate agreed that it was probably for the best that i did it while she wasnt here. i picked a random school in the north and i'm having a great time..i dont think i can do any wrong at this point

i sent an email to my coach telling her i didnt wanna cheer...i think we all knew thats not really my thing

ah yes, so the roomate and i talked and all went well i think, things came out, and we got everything like out in the open...which is always great...i went in to italian (late as normal) and the girl next to me like ask me what i put in my hair to make it smell so good....and i'm thinking "shampoo?" i dunno, but i may just have like a natural great scent...more research needs to be done

i moved the room around without telling the roomate, so its this weird feeling of guilt and non-guilt...i mean really the room looks great...its like 2 singles basically, like we dont even live together, which is great, considering the room is so small...i kinda feel guilty and then i dont bc i bought this great lamp that just makes me happy...i havent gotten anything academic accomplished this weekend...thats probably not good...oh well, it'll get done...

so now i'm in search of a 4th class...in the ideal jes world it would be 4 class plus my independent study...like 20 credits or something, which should be fine...right yea, so the roomate threw this pig thing on the ceiling (not a real pig mind u but one of those things u throw on walls that stick) so now theres like this grease spot on the ceiling...just think of Mrs.Lavernes room that was all sorts of stechy and u kinda know what i'm talking about...

right yea, so i'm back at school and i figured i'd get into the habit of writing again...i had a game today, and i nearly just died...i'm so out of shape and i havent really gotten any sleep so i've been kinda out of it...i just finally had time to unpack today...so i did that..i'm trying to convice the roomate to let me switch the room around, and shes not really for it...but i think its a great idea...and i really need my own space or i'm not going to be the lovable jess we all know and love....so yea...the boy kinda cancelled on me for the weekend, of course not intentially but it still sucks, and the roomate wont even be here so it was a plus...i ache i need sleep...and good food, and my own side of the room....and friends that are guys....that'd be cool....