To quote boredmder: "Yep."

College essays suck. I reeeeeeeeeally suck at writing them.

Thanksgiving was fun.

There are four testosterone fuled fifteen year olds in the other room. Aig.

I'm not in the best of moods.

Hearts and cookies to you all.

~Sor

(It's my journal and I'll sulk if I want to?)

(((Writing this post rocked. It was way fun.)))

When assessing the pros and cons of the day, I completely forgot that Eric visited! Being the selfless soul he is, he reminded me of this fact, and just the mere rememberence of being in the presence of his greatness has washed away my sorrows and made me bubbly as bad champagne^*!!

Whee!! How splendiforus the world seems when I have the memory of an Eric in my mind! How soothing all sounds become, how splendid all colours look. All stresses ebb at the thought --not even the impending doom of college (Which becomes more real every day) or the crushing bitter lonliness of being single (Whoops, not supposed to mention that one) can spoil this Eric-induced euphoria! No, because I got the chance to even just *glimpse* this duel-tower of manliness and awesome I am more estatic then mere words in this journal that is pitiful when compared to his glorius creation can even express.

And how sad my days will seem as he returns to his far away school and I am left without any sign of him for nigh a month. The tears will poor from my weary eyes, and every step I take will seem infinitely more difficult then the one before it. Alas, my most wonderous and Truly Amazing of friends, hurry back so the light will return to my life and my days will once again be filled with smiles and sunshine. Hurry, hurry back! *tosses her head back and presses a hand to her forehead* Hurry, HURRY back.

~Sorcy
MOOP!

*: No, I don't know whether bad champagne is more bubbly then the good stuff. I don't know my alcohol. Yes, I realize that makes me a bad pirate. :p