This ones a keeper.

I don't know exactly when the last time was that I met someone and thought, "This one is a keeper." But last night, I talked to this guy that I really truly said to myself, I like him- he's a keeper. Not because I was attracted to him, but rather because he and I actually talked. You know, like- really, really talked. I was so tired, but I didn't want to get off of the phone- not because of him but because of the conversation. I wanted to stay on that line as long as possible. But eventually, I caved. I got off and went to sleep. I didn't dream about the boy or the conversation, I just slept. I woke up this morning, didn't think about him till just 5 minutes before I sat at this screen and laid my fingers across the keyboard. He's not beautiful by any means. He just is, and because he is, I say, "This ones a keeper."

As for room mates and boyfriends, neither is a keeper. I know, I know- one of them is going to read this and shit is going to be started but honestly, I don't care. This is college, I don't have to like everyone or please everyone. I am here to learn about the Performing Arts. I am here to get good grades and eventually walk across the stage grab my diploma and walk straight onto the set of some big time movie. Now, whether or not that actually happens or not is totally up to the stars. And George Clooney of course.

haha, what?

Nevermind, no idea where that thought came from.
One more class for the day, then it's time to weekend it up.
Thursday; the Friday of SCAD.


Peace, Love, and Chicken Wings.