Falling in love is like giving a person a gun and aiming heart, trusting they won't shoot.

...except he did, and more than 6 months later I'm still getting over him.

So I always strip in my room and wrap myself in my towel before heading to the shower. Makes sense. Well lately my towel has been hanging in the bathroom. So tonight I forgot it was there and stripped as normal and made a break for the bathroom. If this happens again and my roommates are around, it will be an awkward conversation that I'm not looking forward to.

I miss they way my older sister would say "That's what you get, big-head!" whenever I'd do something stupid.
My sister and I were both combative and stubborn, but she was always a bit sharper than me. Maybe it's an age thing? Or just a female thing? I dunno.

Sometimes I pretend that confessions are about me to make me feel good about myself.

My freshman year I started a game on my floor called the hungry games. The point of the game was to take off with what ever we could to eat later after each meal in the Bon. A cookie was 1 point, a salad 2 points, and one of the heads of lettuce or decorations 5 pts, a tub of ice cream is 35 points, and entire ham meant Instawin!

I stole the cookies from the cookie jar.

You know, I could probably rob a bank if I got enough spiders.

I'm a belieber.