Whoa is me.

At the rate I am going, the world's glaciers will have completely melted before I finish this paper. I so long to be done, but I want to do a decent job, but I need a draft so I have something to edit, but I am discuouraged by my lack of progress, which in turn prevents me from making more progress so that i can have a draft. It's a vicious circle.

Perhaps not all boys are the devil, but they certainly cause trouble. Stephanie says I have major cajones because I confronted Collin, but really, I feel that my sanity was worth a few minutes of extreme terror. It's true I nearly passed out on the way to his door, but now I feel calmer than I have in 48 hours. I am not sure I really know a lot more than I did, but I feel more comfortable saying he isn't a complete ass. He even wanted to make sure that I wasn't mad at him for last night (long story), so I guess that means my opinion is of some importance to him. He is going to stay on campus next year if he get's to come back. Please let him get to come back.

The odds of anything coming of this are slim, but I keep reminding myself that even though things have never worked out for me in the past 28 years doesn't mean they never will. I mean, at some point one of them has to be the one, at least for a while... unless I am doomed to life as a spinster, which is distinctly possible.

Whoa is me.