Where do we go from here?
This isn't where we intended to be.

We had it all, you believed in me.

I believed in you.

Certainties disappear.

What do we do for our dream to survive?

How do we keep all of our passions alive as we used to do?

Deep in my heart I'm concealing,
things that i'm longing to say...
scared to confess what i'm feeling...

frightened you'll slip away.

You must love me.

You must love me.

Why are you at my side?

How can I be any use to you now?

Give me a chance, and I'll let you see how nothing has changed.

Deep in my heart I'm concealing...

Things that I'm longing to say.

Scared to confess what I'm feeling.

Frightened you'll slip away.

You must love me.

You must love me.

You. Must. Love. Me.

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Man, I love Evita. Don't worry, I'm cool, I just love that song so effing much! Don't we all just feel like that sometimes?

So, hopefully my diary will be back up fairly soon, it isn't too much fun not existing on the place I've been hanging out for 3+ years...

Funny story...

The other night, I was dozing off...I was wearing a really sexy t-shirt and Tigger pajama shorts that I have had since junior high. I was also wearing an eye-mask and my retainer...see, if you were wondering how hot I look when I sleep, you are probably disappointed...

ANYWAY!

I was dozing off, and I hear some very loud footsteps coming down my hall. I quickly deduce that these were men's footsteps.

They stop in front of my door.

I perk up in bed, waiting for the inevitable knock...but it doesn't come.

Instead, the first man whispers not-so-quietly, "oooh, a marker!!"

I immediately dart off my bed like a shark in pajamas.

They giggle as they craft their own fantastically immature message on my white board as I place one hand on my door handle and the other on the lock. With one swift move, I unlock the door and pull it open, to have these two GINORMOUS guys looking bewildered at my disheveled look.

They haul ass and yell "OH SHIT" while running down the hall.

Two grown guys.

Stealing a white board marker after writing "eff you" on my board.

Running like I was about to pounce on them with all of my petite glory.

Schmucks...but I yelled for them to return my marker and one of them threw it back like a giant vagina-head.

It was hilarious.

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Another note:

If you are a teller at the bank, DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, KEEP THE EVER-GROWING LINE WAITING AS YOU GET TO KNOW YOUR NEW CUSTOMER AS YOUR LONG-LOST BEST FRIEND.

It is annoying.

I'm just saying.

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I'm addicted to AriZona's Green Tea...you know, the tea that comes in the pretty green glass bottles and juice boxes and cans and plastic bottles?

No?

Well, it is delicious and I can't stop drinking the stuff.

I haven't even touched a Diet Coke from my fridge in a week.

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Anyhoot, all is well. I am really getting into my final semester at UNM. The coursework will be challenging, but incredibly fun!!!