bitches! knitters! scandal in room 305!

could we get any crazier in here? between the five hundred way im conversations, hair dye, penises on the wall, gingerbread men on the door, pseudo dangerous devices in the art building that turn out to be just sculpture, the boyfriends trying to take back the girlfriends, the inappropriately nude photos, and the drama oh the drama.

i have decided i am the most boring person in the world. i dont do anything. i dont have interesting quirks. i dont go interesting places. i dont have interesting stories to tell. i dont know much about the world. i tend to shy away from risks. i kinda like the same record playing over and over and over and over again.

sooooooooo...lets make things interesting. ive got to do what i can to make things a little more lively up in here. so when you ask me if i want to do that. that? yes that. i say yes. i need some good stories to tell. and im tired of hyperbolizing.

i went to dinner tonight with a girl whos getting married in a year. at the age of 25 which is only two years from now for her, she wants to have children. shes already got it figured out such. my suitemate is struggling with the thought of rekindling past love. i can understand how she would want to be in that place again but is afraid of getting hurt again. my roomates desperately in love and theres not much she can do about it. in the end we're all just doing what we can to control our destinies. tempting fate. taking the road that will yield the most interesting journey, or so we think. we get hurt. we fall down. we get ourselves in situations we cant explain. situations we're ashamed of.

all for the sake of saying we lived our lives.

it all comes down to creating time
you dont always have to make it rhyme
we'll all drive off with our hybrid lives
chances are
we'll make it back.