Random?

I'm in a mood, internets. You know the mood. It's that kind of mood where you feel like you want to write something totally inspirational and beautiful that people will read and love and cherish forever and when you sit down to type out this epic post

you. blank.

So instead of something totally and completely awesome, you get random unrelated thoughts that pass as quickly out of my head as they do in. Enjoy.

I've been sitting here playing with my eyelashes because they seem to keep irritating my eyeballs.

I'm listening to Prince Charming sing random words that come in his head to no tune in particular - but it's still cute.

I shaved my legs and noticed that there's a spot on the back of my calf that does not grow hair. I noted this as weird. Maybe I'm a freak of nature?

I'm tired of being on the end of the comment row at SITS, but I'm never up late enough to make it on the first page like I did last year. I'm just more tired I guess. And since Prince is now at the same college as I am, I have no need to stay up late chatting aimlessly with him on IM for all hours of the night.

I also really want to go to the gym. I'm slightly disgusted with myself. I used to be in really great shape...and now? Not so much. So disheartening, but *easily* fixed. Yeah. Right. Easy.

And I wish I would have snapped a photo of my drawing today in art class. It wasn't amazing or anything, but then maybe I could add a little content to this otherwise lame post.

I'm really glad it's Thursday, but I can't believe it's already the 5th of November. Where has the year gone? Why is Thanksgiving fast approaching and the Christmas decorations are already making their annual appearances in the stores I shop at?

How come the weather is so cold now and it gets dark at 4:30 at night? That's something I really loath about winter. You go to school in the dark and come home in the dark. OH JOY. Nothing says "do your homework" or "be extremely happy" like a clouded night sky.

Prince is singing again. He's cute. And apparently likes to sing lyrics about how I'm cute and the only girl for him. Awwwwww.

He also gets more bloody noses than anyone I know.

And when he reads that he'll probably roll his eyes at the fact that I wrote that on my blog.

Which now amazingly has 25 followers.

I remember when I had 3 followers. Those were the days....