Being on campus is dull, as usual, but I'm trying to make the best of it.

It's around 10:58pm and I'm sitting here in my room, watching some stupid biography on John Stamos. I hope Megan had fun tonight and I wonder where she is. I'm hungry. I'm semi-sleepy, but I'm very happy. I wonder where my muse went. ^^ I wonder if my muse flirts with Megan's muse. . . or rather if our muses are compatable. I'm sure they are because we do such goofy things that I've never done before. She's special to me. I feel engaged. Cookies. I need cookies. No Famos Amos. I'm waking up early tomarrow to do that paper on Trifles, but not too early. I bounced a check and felt bad today. This stream of consciousness is getting old.