Some thoughts

Well, I guess I should blog since I haven't in a while. I feel ill. Class hurts my head, but in a good way, I think. I can't stop watching Gilmore Girls instead of doing homework. I found a spider the size of Aragog (see Harry Potter) in my living room. I'm almost positive it came over in our stuff from the last apartment. We are having a garage sale this weekend. It's at 8 in the morning, so no sleeping in. I haven't been sleeping well. Brady is already back into his late night working hours, so I can't get to sleep easily. Plus I've been reading Twilight again, well the series, and I can't stop reading it, so not only can I not sleep because Brady isn't there, I am being kept up late by the intriguing story of a vampire/human romance. I don't have much on my mind right now. I'm kind of feeling dull right now. SO, until some original thought enters my mind, this is it. Cheers.

Espanol clase es muy dificil!

So classes started last week! How fun. This semester is going to be so intense. It already is. My Spanish class is so out of control already, but I'm keeping up so far. But here's something I can't stand. When guys stare... Honestly! It's not like I'm some blonde bombshell (although Brady may say otherwise) I'm just an ordinary girl, so why do boys always feel the need to stare? We were waiting in line at Walmart yesterday to return some goods that were unsatisfactory and this guy (he looked like a tool to me) with buttons on his back pants pockets, pants, which by the way were cuffed, and he just thinks he can look at me all he wants. And what is with the emo dressing craze these days? Tight girl pants on boys? Either these boys are chicken skinny or are huge and so either way the tight pants look terrible yet they seem to think they look good and continue to do this. Why, one may wonder? I cannot give you an adequate answer seeing as how I myself can't seem to figure out the appeal. But whatever. To each his own, or her own, I suppose. I have just pondered what I wrote in this entry and realized that perhaps I like to rant. I just don't understand things and wish someone could make some sense of life. If anyone has any answers, feel free to let me in on the secret.