Oh, whine. I'm feeling unloved. It seems noone is reading my blogs. I suppose in the end that's a good thing, but I have a fragile ego. Oh, well. It's fun to do anyway. I am counting down the days until move in day at the "residential hall." I wish they'd just call a dorm a dorm. I know my suitemate so I'm not worried about that. I just hopes that she remembers that during Big Brother, 7th Heaven, and especially Gilmore Girls, she and the rest of the world does not exist so leave me the heck alone. Don't touch me. Don't talk to me. In fact, do not make a noise at all. Don't breathe if you don't have to. Those are my things. I go to class, I study, I read, and I watcch t.v. Don't interfere with any of them. Thank goodness I have a t.v. in my room and not just in the living room. Okay. Rant over.