Pink eye

For the first time in my life, i have become infected with pink eye. I went to the UCF Health Center this morning as soon as i awoke, after a frigid night of The Shining outside of the arena. They gave me drops; no contacts or mascara for a week. How lovely is that?

I officially LOVE sending letters. For some reason it makes me feel better; relief, perhaps? I'm not sure, but, it's so neat and old fashioned. The fact that the receiver won't get it until around 4 days after the fact makes me feel like i live in the past. I think that's so cool! Plus, i believe it has more meaning that simply communicating over the internet or e-mail. I hope i don't annoy anyone i'm sending notes to, but I know that it would brighten my day to get a letter from someone! Something about opening my mailbox and finding a hand written letter from a friend conjures immense excitement. I'm pretty positive I'm a creep.

Yesterday there was a squirrel right outside of one of my windows on the roof! It was completely still; i took a picture. Hey, wow, I'm so pathetic.

Sweet relief

I am livin' the single life once again! Thank goodness.

p.s.- I don't plan on being in another stupid relationship for a long while.

I am going to

fucking. throw. up.

Candle wicks are made of braided cotton.

Everytime i have to spend 2 or more straight days with a couple of people, I think of how much i like my personal time. I am introvert to the extreme. I feel kind of bad about it, but I can't help that i love my Liz time! I suppose it's just a comfort issue. I like being able to do whatever, whenever I want. Go places in a split second; sing along (horribly) to songs i love. I just added an immense amount of music to my itunes, so I'm excited for a good listen!