I like the word dur. Dur is fun. Dur is used whenever I feel that I have nothing else to say...or djiofeiocjkdjeosie which no one understands and I have to explain, making things harder. It's ever so nice. Lemme tell ya. Anyway, Chocolate Milk. Ha. Another inside joke. But, it's worse when the people find it funny when they're not around you and when they are the bring it up blah blah blah...it's fucking horrible. I have no idea why I hate this place so much, maybe because the hall is like my high school, with some academics and some partying and then some action. And everyone, I mean everyone, is going to know about everything. I mean everyone knows about my little "slut-ness" and what not...and they know about Matt. Dur. That's what I think about that. It's ever so nice, lemme tell ya. I have to learn to keep my mouth shut. I can't trust anyone. That's even better. I don't like being here, I rather be at home reading my fucking harry potter books for the 48523153458th time. Lemme tell ya, it's just fucking horrible. I have to got to learn to attend classes or at least think about attending classes as often as nesscessary. Fuck how do you spell that word. Fucking A. Anyway, so this blows really really blows. I don't know, I don't like college. I wanted Matt to take me home on Monday. I wanted to cry because I wanted to go home. Then he left me here. Fucker. Just left me. Now I'm fucking stuck and I can't get out. Fucking A. I hate it here. Please...it's just the change and not knowing who to trust. I don't even trust myself sometimes. I have to go to bed soon and sleep. Fucker. I hate guys.