swiftly come and go

bah, this week has been so confusing. and overwhelming.

I’m seriously ready for school to be done. I don’t have to do it anymore, do i? uuuggghhhh.

i have a math test today — i dont even want to think about how that’s going to go (awful).

Last night, I made this random sim couple…and I’m thinking about writing a story about them. Yeah, I’m WAYY over my head. Two stories on the exchange, this little flickr story I do when I’m bored and then this. I’m insane. Truly insane. haha. But I’m thinking that this story I wouldn’t post on the exchange, just perhaps make a website for it and people can just read it on there. That way I could also have my pictures be huge and gorgeous, instead of the crap on the exchange.

Once I figure out the plotline (because right now, it’s sounding like another teen vampire love story, when none of my characters are teenagers OR vampires…gugh), maybe I’ll just start writing and upload it when I feel like I have enough commitment to keep going. I’m really excited for it, like each night I keep thinking of new plot twists and characters — causing me not to be able to fall asleep. How lame is that? I’m losing sleep over thinking up a sims story.

I need a life.

I really can’t determine if writing for the sims is a reasonable hobby, or an obsession? I’m thinking more obsession due to I procrastinate my homework and essays so I can work on sims stories. If I don’t release an actual book when I’m older, PLEASE find me and bop me on the head with a frying pan. Because I honestly can’t see my life without writing.

I saw my bathroom stall guy again today. And I didn’t do anything. Maybe I’ll actually exchange eye contact with him the next time (which I’m sure will be soon). Oh — for all of you who don’t know bathroom stall guy, heres the quick story. There’s a guy in my dorm hall, who i see EVERYWHERE and…well, quite good looking. And every time I look up to him, he’s looking back at me. So my stomach flips a little. >_<. Anywho, on my dorm level, in our bathroom, we have “hotty pottys” — in each stall people post pictures of hot celebrities, people at our school, and whatnot. And when I went into one of the stalls, HIS picture was there. Bit awkward peeing now.

Agh. Whatever. I hate crushes.