So basically I am addicted to the internet. I am currently a college student at UCSB. For the most part I love it here. I have a sweet view of the ocean, not too far from home, and who doesn't like attending the most educated party school in the country? My point I guess is that I've tried all the sites, facebook.com, myspace.com, etc. hopefully though this one will provide more. Less cool decorations and such. No slutty pictures. I mean seriously everyone knows what an alcoholic looks like. Hopefully this will be a place for fun and friends. And just for me to say whatever it is I am thinking about. I think I have some good stories to tell...

So currently I've missed one class today going to the stupid doctor and now I am working on a second. I emailed my TA though and in my opinion strep throat is worth missing a class or two.

That's another freaking story. I felt absolutely miserable on Sunday and attributed it to my drinking a bit too much and having had quite the cold for a number of days previous. I promised my mom I would go to the doctors yesterday and I finally did. They made me feel lame. As doctors often do that yeah I some sort of cold but basically no biggy and P.S. they wanted to take a strep test just in case. I wasn't particullarly pleased at the idea of them shoving a swabby thing down my throat but I figured it could be worth it. As it turns out the doc was wrong. I am officially SICK!

Asides from that I am trying to figure out what to do with my day since I feel like shit and am definately not going to any classes.

That brings me to one more thing I like to tell someone. About two weeks ago I felt like the biggest bitch that ever lived. I realized that I made out with the boy that one of my housemates had been telling stories about and I should have realized that this was him. Somehow the lame ass that I am I didn't. She was actually really nice about it when I told her. Way nicer than I picture myself being in a similar situation. But that was weeks ago. So then I hadn't seen him for days and although we talked of seeing each other again it never really happened. Frankly I blamed it on the fact that I didn't put out and didn't think much more about it. Since then I randomly ran straight into him. I had a great time... how's that I couldn't exactly explain. But since then we have found ourselves back in elaborate scheme of phone tag and text messages. I don't know what to do because I hate hurting a friend, and I feel like maybe me and this guy just weren't meant to be, but then this baby part of me keeps saying what if?

What if? Is one of the worst questions ever known to man. And I guess that's how I'll leave this crappy first post. What if?