Today I woke up, did some reading, got in the shower so I can go to work.
As I'm in the shower I hear yelling/knocking on what I assume is the door to the apartment.
No.
My roommate puked all over the hallway in front of my bathroom. All in my bathroom floor. And apparently vomited violently enough to spray the bathroom door. All while I am in the shower. So I get to stand there butt ass naked while she swiffer wet jets the floor so I can get out of my own shower.

I hate Chapel Hill. There. I said it.
And I'm not being unfair. I've been here three weeks. I was open minded. I HATE IT.

Blogosphere snogoschmear.

I looked a lot like this when I woke up this morning;

Once upon a time I blogged/journaled/wrote/doodled/annotated incessantly.
Then I got wrapped up in someone. Then a job. Then I got wrapped up in college.
And now I miss writing. And having something as a back up if I forget my youth in it's entirety.

Let's see how this goes.

Seeing as I'm still a working full time student and in an amazing, and albeit beautiful and fruitful, relationship... my track record isn't very promising.