Aye...I'm home...weee...

My eyes are mad bleary right now and yet I am on the comp...Smart huh?

Kill muther fuckin' Bill is messed up. That was as wacked as Fight Club if not a bajillion times worse. I guess I'm not a Quintin Tarintino person.

I'm also not a Charlie's Angels person (STUPID!!!!)

Oh and I'm not a Final Destintation 3 (or any) person. I sat on my side of the room and painted and laughed at the sounds, so glad I was not seeing the images that went with them.

I'm sort of a Disturbia person...if only for the hottness that is Shia LaBouf and that Asian guy that co-starred with him...otherwise my face was half hidden under my blanket most of the time while Sammy and Guy(Ton, I'm changing her nick name) laughed at me.

So it's good to be home though it feels foreign as it usually does all the time. Whoa I have to do my own dishes. Whoa I have my own room. Whoa like there's no roomie.
Bizzy was very glad to see me. I was sitting down and she rubbed on my legs like a cat. Eva attacked me as always and Konnor kind of sat back and just enjoyed being petted. I think Konnor is turning in to Buff, our old and now dead white lab that was fat and liked old people and being petted. Okay well maybe not that bad...being a German Shepard Konnor is a bit more hyper, but at the same time he's relaxed. Either way I love him. I love all my puppas.

Oh yeah and my room looks awesome. It is no longer grandma-fied but Loey-fied (like bonafied). I kind of stood around going "whoa..." for a while when I saw it. It was a happy whoa but half-whispered. My day bed is back in the room and pushed up against the wall with a crazy colored comforter, my sword is on desplay, I have a bookshelf already bursting, I have knick-knacks, I have my "Ceasar" bust complete with hat on his head, and...dun dun dun....I have my Breyer horses back in the room which have been in the basement in storage for a couple years now. I have a pretty nice collection of them and they're in this amazing case. Ooo. My favorite drafter models, too big to fit inside are resting on top. Seeing that made me really happy. I used to always meticulously desplay my toys, particularly my horse toys or favorites in an extremely important order. I mean reall important order, like no one else was allowed to put them away because they didn't know this order and the structure behind it and all this stuff. My mom asked if I was going to put these back in order. Frankly I've forgotten the original method, reasoning and actual order to begin with which means I have to start from scratch or try to remember since it's been so long.
It's nice to have horses and color and well...me be a part of my space again. To me my room is a very important zone. I spend a lot of time in my room, at least at home I do. Yes, I do essentially hole myself up there but that's why it is so important(<---wow am I using this word enough today?). Mom would probably say "Then why don't you clean it?" Well I like mess. Mess makes me comfy. Mess is like "Okay, the world has disorder to it, accept it and let it be and then clean it up every once in a blue moon. Mess has it's place. I still know where everything is." Mess no longer has it's place at school though as I am slowly heading down the road toward anal neat freak....maybe...probably not. The messiness is in my genes(Ray is a slob) so I don't think it will ever go away fully.

Oh I think I bombed my History midterm. My professor put all the things on there that I prayed to jeebus wouldn't be. Mom was like "Couldn't you BS it?" Me "It's history! You can't BS history!" Well to some degree you can but facts are facts unless you want to piss off your professor and avoid answering the question by debating the credibility of the question and what the definition of a fact is. Seriously people at Wells do that too. Sometimes they win but other times they get pwned. Yes I mean pwned.

I finally looked up the god damn word pedogogy because it seems like my professors say it a bajillion times a week in each class besides history (but history prof. doesn't speak English all that well). Pedogogy and arbitrary. Yeah, they should really ingrain both of those in to your head in high school cause I've heard them both a l-ot.

Um not much goin' on 'sides all that random shiz naz. I'm just waiting for the week to roll out. Tomorrow Imma try 'n tackle some homework and be done with some.

Peace. Imma go sleepy time cause my eyes are getting kinda mad at me right now...Night(for me)!
~Lo