I'm starving but it's 11:04pm and the only thing edible in my room are these really gross pretzels I bought on accident from Westside... Maybe I'll just eat my candle, it smells great.

This is currently my equivalent of shameless drunk blogging.

I desperately want a tattoo. As in, I know exactly what I want and where I want it and I could do a little dance about it right now. However, Mama Smith has threatened an end to my tuition payments if I come home inked, so it seems I will have to hold off on this plan until I am in the Real World.

I've been listening to a lot of French music lately, but I barely understand French (my biggest memory from French 1 my Senior year of high school is asking if I could go to the bathroom) so this whole endeavor has become a tad problematic. I've decided I just need to date someone French.

I want an organ put in my room so Lady Gaga can come over every once in a while slash when she's in New York and play that bit from "Born This Way" with her pancake + butter hat on.

I'm trying to develop a strange addiction so I can star in an episode of TLC's My Strange Addictions, but currently that plan is not going very well. Sigh. I'll keep brainstorming.

I often find myself in the middle of an existential crisis, thinking, "Do people find me funny, or just insane?" I ultimately hope it's a little bit of both.

I've created a blind out of a Batman blanket. I was self-conscious that people could see into my room after my neighbor broke my blind while working on an art project or something... Now, Batman stares at me all day and people in other dorms find me moderately creepy. This is what you call a win-win situation.