The last time you fall on me.

Went to Vacaville today to visit and pick up my sister. No more quiet.

I'm scared as heck about moving in. Its completely eaten up my brain. I mean...what if I get a roommate, or three, that I can't live with at all? That'd be a waste of money! I keep having these nightmares...like, what if they are messy and they take my stuff or if they don't know how to clean up the bathroom and stuff...and the whole four girls on their rag thing...good friggin a...and I need to watch my tv shows, or else people will get hurt...and I'm not even a bitch most of the time, well, I wouldn't be, so I hope they aren't either. And if they are punks when I'm trying to study, but I'll probably be studying during the day anyway...ahhh...this is killing me. College sucks already man. I am getting pretty stressed out and there's like six weeks to go. I need to start buying stuff... I'll make a list. I love lists. Man, I should've stuck with the dorm room...

Well, I watched this movie called Camp and it was quite entertaining with very talented singers, maybe not that well on the acting, but it was okay. That's my review on that.

Did I also mention I watched Girl With a Pearl Earring? I did. Scarlett Johannsen looks freakishly like the girl in the Vermeer painting, and it was weird their relationship and losing your virginity against a pole with Cillian Murphy, though Cillian Murphy is not bad looking, especially to lose your virginity to...where was I? Oh yeah...so Colin Firth and S.Jo were supposed to have this whole unrequited, unspoken love going between them. That's a little creepy. But overall, I think it was a good movie.

Yesterday, I didn't blog, did I? Oh I did. Other than all that, I did house chores. Oh, so many house chores. I'm feeling very domestic nowadays. Not exactly as fulfilling as one would think.

I'm gone. I'm going. I'm going. I'm gone.