I need a vacation.
St. Patrick's day fridges, where Aislinn learns to spell.
Still can't sleep. (that is to say I'm spending 14+ hours a day in bed but only sleeping about 40 minutes at a time, so I never feel rested. For those that are curious: no, taking 5 different kinds of sleeping pills and mixing it with a few shots of alcohol doesn't work anymore either.)
Still socially awkward. (seems like every party I go to I'm always the one person not talking to anyone. Not that I don't want to - I just don't seem to fit in any circles.)
Still don't understand women. (I had planned to ask a particular girl to the movies this weekend, but couldn't get the words out after running into her multiple times. Now, I can understand getting a little retarded perusing some crush, but this was more of a "she might be a fun person to hang out with" type of things, which, in theory, should be way easier - trivial even. But no, I freeze, because I always freeze. And so it goes.)
Finals week. I suppose I should be happy about this, or stressed perhaps, but instead I feel the same as I've felt for the past month or so: numb. Not trying to sound emo, it's probably just the sleep issues, or Pullman driving me crazy again. Feeling a little more down than usual, but not that down. Back to bed for now I suppose.
I'll be back in western Washington for the summer starting this Friday.