my hands smell like seaweed. mmm. please come to rush. please? free food? i would like more people to smile at.

i wonder if people think me the "type" to be in a sorority. i don't think i am, whatever the "type" is. i don't think a single one of my sisters is either. i mean, i'm a huge dork, i haven't gone shopping for myself in four months, i built my own computer, i read sherlock holmes as well as babysitters club when i was in elementary school, and random other weird stuff. oh well. people will believe what they want to believe. i will still be me.

so inarticulate. and my blogs are so short these days. how did this ever happen? i'm usually such a freaking long-winded writer.