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Blah, it's midnight, and I have nothing to do. Alan's offline now, so there's no one to talk to, really. Kelly's in the room again with her friend Cameron, and they're playing music. Lots of noises, eee. Hehe, I don't care. Being in here is considerbally better than being next door in my own room, with Jenn using that guy David to snuggle with just so she can be next to someone, watching Miss Congenality at twice the volume I can stand, even from a distance. Maybe when that's over I can go over there, and maybe try to sleep, even though I am not tired at all. It's because of those damn naps I have been taking as of recently. They're becoming a tiny habbit of mine, because around 12 noon, when Jenn's soap is taping and I cannot watch TV during it, I am left in the room by myself with no computer and no source of entertainment. So, I sleep. I always try to study, reading my sociology, but I just fall asleep during it. 
Heh, I'm trying to be a good student.
Actually, now, I'm alone again. Kelly and Cameron are going some place to pick up Seveta, and they've been talking about coming back over here and smoking.
Ooo, hehe, that's something I never did before that I finally did last Halloween. It was Kelly's birthday, and me and Sarita had gone earlier in the week and bought her some presents. The guy across the hall, Britt, decided his birthday present would be a whole lot of liquer (since he's 23). It was me, Kelly, Sarita, Michelle, and Seveta that sat around, playing some drinking game where you had to say whether a card was higher or lower, or something. I drank a lot, actually. Sarita kept saying I didn't drink 1/4 of what she had, but I didn't see her drinking that much, either. She did at first drink more, but I did a pretty good job at catching up, later. There were two different types that I had... One was Taquila Rose, and the other, I have no idea what the name was. I liked the other, better, because the lemon lime state hid the alcohol taste more than the Taquila Rose did, because all it did was try to make up for the nasty taste with a burst of flavor afterwords. But, anyway, I don't really know what i'm talking about. We were doing that for probably about 2 hours, or so. Not always drinking, but talking and drinking. The funniest thing that I remember pretty well was when I looked at Michelle, and thought she looked different. Her hair did. I asked her if it has been up all evening, and she said yes, giving me a odd look like I should have known, or something. I gave her a somewhat blank, I'm-deciding-whether-you're-lieing-or-not look, and turned to Sarita to ask her opinion. My exact words were, "Has her hair up been all night?" Sartia answered me like it was nothing (with a yes answer) and I turned away. About 20 seconds later, I turned to Sarita and asked, "what did I say?" And we all had this big laugh at me and stuff. But, anyway. Later I was on NetMeeting with Alan, and Seveta came back and started flashing a blunt in front of the camera for Alan to see. She was asking him what it was, and everyone in the room got quiet (which included Cameron and his friend, whose name I can't remember, as they came over some time later). Alan squinted some, and then just said "yeah.." I am not sure if he really knew what it was at the time, or maybe did. But everyone in the room started cracking up. Once they were smoking, they started trying to convince me to come over there and do it (especially Michelle.) I went over, and informed all of them that it was my first time (to the guys, because they were the only one who didn't really know.) Cameron got up and started saying that he had to give me a shotgun, or whatever. I had no idea what this was, so, I just did what he told me to do. I actually did pretty well, as Michelle told me. I took it in pretty good, and held it for as long as I could (probably 5-6 seconds, maybe) and then let it out in a huge coughing fit. I couldn't talk for a while, not only because it burned my throat and left it feeling funny, but I kept tasting it everytime I spoke, and I had run out of soda to get rid of the taste with. Alan seemed to be proud of me, saying "That's my girl" to Sarita at one point. I was acting goofy as hell. I wouldn't say I was that tipsy. For a very short period, probably 15-20 minutes, I felt really floaty, with my right eye closing a lot more than my left. I was acting goofy simply because I was in a sort of goofy mood, but I would only consider myself messed up because I didn't care that I was acting goofy. Hmm, yeah. I had lots of fun... Actually am looking forward to doing it again, whenever that may be.
Alan's supposed to be brining some. Who knows when we will do it, but we will 
Seveta's boyfriend is going to be down at the same time, and they're going to have a lot of shit, too. Must be the couple thing to do, eh? heh.
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So, hmm. I moved my site. It would have taken me until Monday to get this site up and running, but my suitemate Sarita is gone for the weekend and has allowed me to fiddle with hers. There's a long story concerning my computer, actually. I had gotten a new computer from Infinity Comuters, and my parents brought it up with them when they came up for parents weekend (they only stayed the day.) So, I unplugged the old piece of shit, and put in the new one after me and my parents had breakfest that morning. Everything was going fine, except for the fact that when I tried to sign online to download some odd thing that came to my mind at the time, I found that the network card was not working. I called Infinity, and went through the (familiar) motions of their over the phone technicial support and they came to conclusion that I must have a bad network card and that I could bring it into the store to have them work on it.. I just sort of sat there for a moment, borderline crying, and told them he had to explain it to my mother, since they would have to be the ones to drive another 4 hours back home, only to eventually drive another 4 hours up, and then another 4 hours back in order to get the computer there for fixing, and then back here again for me to use. I mean, it was a fucking new computer, and it was already "broken", just like the other one? When my mother was talking to him n the phone, I actually did start crying, very silently. It was runing the whole day, and since my parents were only there for a little bit, so they decided to spend the time trying to get a new Network card here instead of going back there. We did get one, and when I brought it back to my room, everything worked fine. Vince had come over, had seen it working, and everything. The next night, though, the fucker crashed AGAIN. Worthless piece of shit. Two lemon computer in a row - ironic, no? So, I made the decision that I wanted a refund, informed Infinity Computers, and they agreed. I then started looking at other computers, and decided on a Dell. I ordered the computer last Friday, and was told by the sales lady then that it would be avaliable that Monday or Tuesday. In reality, the computer stayed in production until yesterday, when it was shipped, and since we paid $160 for overnight shipping, I had all my hopes up that it would be here today. Was it? No. I looked online at the UPS site, and they have the scheduled shipping date for November 5 - Monday. Such bullshit, since I paid $160 for 1 day delievery, yet I'm getting the service of a 2 day delivery, which is $40 less than what we paid. Uggh. I guess I can wait.. But I plan on calling sometime this weekend to try to get my money back, since I didn't get the service my parents paid for.
Anyway. Lots of great things have been happening to me as of recently, mainly all coming from Alan. I had been waiting for an e-mail for quite some time that would have explained how he feels about certain things. I had a pretty good idea what the e-mail would be about. When he was at his grandparents, he said he would ahve more time to work on his letter to me... and was actually working very hard on it one particular night, the 23rd. I'm not sure what time he called. He said that he couldn't write, as hard as he was trying, and ws going to tell me over the phone. He said he wanted to be with me. I had a feeling that was what he was going to say, but I have a habit of not letting my hopes get too high, so I was still slightly shocked. He knew of all the possible negatives, and said them. It left me quite speachless, to be honest, which is exacatly what I was. But for the previous two weeks, I had been running around like a pre-teen about little things Alan had said and done. It's very obvious to me he has changed from when we were together before, as have I. Things are different now, and I was ready to try it again. The feelings were still there, and hope was, too. So, I said I wanted to be with him, too. And he said something that completely rocked me - that he's going to move here. Here, next to the college, so he can be close to me. When I was listsing cities, I mentioned Roanoke, a nice big city, which is about an hour away. He said that was too far to be from me. Alan will be coming down this Thursday night/Friday and staying until Sunday. Things will be taken real slow, which is awsome. It'll be awsome. It'll be like starting all over again... Which it will be.
I'm going to eat now. Hmm, bye.