I hate when I feel inspired to write something and it’s hard to get the idea out of my head. I see it, I dreamt it, but where to even begin writing about it is challenging. Especially in a dream where you see clips and segments that might not even make sense…like flying out my stain glass window onto a tree where there’s a zombie already waiting cause he knew i was the one who killed one of his fellow zombies….Hmmm. I’ve never been at finishing what I start either. Shit, I tried writing a story over a year ago and I only got done with one page….literally. It’s a good idea, haunted house and zombie story mixed together….(FYI i’ve copyrighted it, if i see a similar story anywhere i’m suing you…) oh well i’ll figure it out. It’s been a while since i’ve been able to rant on here. I’m supposed to be doing my psychology homework but keep getting distracted cause i actually haven’t been on a computer in weeks….

Me and Noodles have been broken up since the beginning of the school year, i guess mid January…I still think about him all the time, especially whenver I see anything japanese that I want to ask him about… He already has a new girlfriend…she dated this other guy I know then took off with this OTHER guy while they were still dating so I can’t wait to see how long this lasts, not out of spite but…inevitbility(sp?) I guess. It wasn’t working out anyways, I’m trying to go to school and he cares about drinking and getting high…but our fucked up humor made us get along really well. I guess there’s more japanese fish in the sea, but he was like…a mutated half irish half japanese sarcastic loud frustrating but funny sweet…fish. How many times will you find someone like yet unlike yourself? Eh. But anyways, school is going good. I like my classes but hate the people. I like living in my dorm but hate the people. And I like the independance but hate the people. All in all, I hate almost everyone here. But the semester’s almost over! Yay, so the only thing i should be focused on is finishing my classes with a passing grade :D. This sunday was awesome. I miss my son every freakin day, seeing him every sunday is getting expensive, not that he’s not worth it he totally is, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep up with paying 60$ every Sunday just to spend time with my son and it’s more than 60$ actually if you include gas, food, whatever else but like i said, Sunday was cool, i loved going to the park and running around with him. I love the cute way he settles himself down before going down a slide or how he reacts to me popping out of nowhere and surprising him….I’m trying to keep this short. I hate huge chunks of text on a page so i’ll try not to do that. Hmm in conclusion; I miss Noodles but I need to move on. I miss my son so I need to continue to be strong and do the best that I can for him every single freakin day. I love college but hate the people. I need to start writing my horror story that literally just popped into my head in my sleep.