Here I sit, alone in my room at 8:00 p.m., just like every other night of the week. I'm three weeks ahead on my homework from the weekends by myself. My closest friends are all attending their nightly Kappa Delta meetings and my aquaintences are attending Maxim parties at the Budwiser plant or Halloween parties I'll never be invited to. My man has football games to attend to. My parents are at their church meetings. My brother is skateboarding. My other brother, sleeping. The girl above is practicing her tap routine and modeling infront of her mirror for her NEXT appearance in Seventeen. The girl next door is making 50 dress paterns due in one week; each patern takes at least 1 hour. Rupert is all I have to depend on, to rely on ... and even he doesn't want to do anything with me. I love all my friends here, but things are changing between us. We are all still so close, our schedules just don't mesh. I'm always the last to find something out ... and it seems like when I do, it was a slip-up. I have so much time invested in the school. I just keep thinking ... after this year, I only have one more. I'm right on schedule to graduate in 3 years - they say college is the best years of your life ... I obviously disagree or I wouldn't be in such a rush. And you know, I'd like to blame my incredibly boring college career on this crazy school with a wide array of "shackers" and feminists ... but I can't. It's my fault. I'm the one who doesn't want to drink (technically, I can't have alcohol anyway with my hypoglycemia) ... I'm the one who doensn't want to be the dominatrix on Halloween. I don't want to join a silly sorority for $600 a year just so I can have good 'ole superficial friends and a designated "floor" to live on in a crappy dorm. I want to have spontaneous nights to the Spanish Fly, IHOP and Wal-Mart. I want to have wheel-barrel races down the hallway and arts and crafts once a week. Oh well. Reminicing doesn't do me any good. I still sit here in my room, now at 8:30, doing absolutely nothing. I better get used to it. It's going to be a long two years.