^_^ Time is a wonderful thing.

Let me explain. We played Pictionary in Spanish class today and I got assigned "tiempo" which could either mean time or weather. So, I drew a big clock on the board and everybody guessed "tiempo". This actually has nothing to do with anything, but I thought I'd go a little Azumanga Daioh this time around before I actually got around to cleaning my room.

My room isn't all that dirty, it's just small. Small like all my rooms have been. I've never really needed too much space at all to function, but I found that this room is just too crowded with two people in here. My roomate is talking about moving out and the more I think about it, the more I like having a room to myself. The difference between my room and the room here is there's no memories . . .which is a good thing. Mind you, there are good memories in my room at home, but they're not as strong as the bad memories.

I miss Megan. A lot. It seems so boring up here without her. Granted, there wouldn't be alot for us to do if she was still here, but at least she could share in my everyday experiences and I in hers instead of us having to talk about it. ^_^ Not that I mind talking at all. I'd go crazy if I didn't talk. I can't understand couples who just for some reason or another just don't talk all that much. Where other people see dependence, I see intimacy.