"Someone's been sleeping in my bed...

...and he's still there!" exclaimed Baby bear.

My neighbor has fallen asleep on my bed, and I'm very proud to let him sleep there. I don't know why, I'm proud for strange reasons. I think it's because he chose my bed. But yeah, my bed is a guy magnet. Yesterday was Math 53 midterm study galore, and everyone was crowded around my bed studying. I feel like those French ladies who host forums in their parlours (forget the term at the moment...). Anyway, I'm on the floor typing away because tonight feels like a cozy non-laundry Laundry Night. On the floor. In the dark. I like it. I'm sitting between the two beds and am like an overseer of their slumber. Ignore me, I'm silly like this when I don't sleep.
So I promised a blog on my ideal marriage and life, but I'm in no state to adequately describe it. Prease to come back soon. Sank you, sank you.

So, college is amazing and horrible. Amazing because of late nights, dorm laughs, learning thriller, amazing weather, walking, grass, more laughter, sleep and naps and not sleeping. Amazing because of Berkeley time. It's amazing because it is. Oh man. so many little memories. A guy zipping by on a unicycle; stealing plastic compostable utensils at the dining commons because it's the only rebate for the overpriced education. Catan and Bang! and Big Two and countless games in various rooms. Studious moments in our room, where we're all quiet and two-thirds of us are working furiously (I'm the slacking one-third). Boiling water often for drinking water, ovaltine, and endless bowls of instant noodles. Having the Kimmunicator (Kim Possible beepy thing) call me to class. All the inside jokes in the world. And just meeting people, forgetting them, and then meeting them again and knowing them without knowing their name. Karaoke in the rooms, with music blaring from laptops and off-key lyrics belted from out throats. CON TE PARTIROOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Horrible because it's so much more intense than the laid-back class structure let on, and thus I'm slipping horribly behind. Because I feel inadequate and stupid and slow and undeserving in all my classes. Because my dating prospects are bleak and I might as well turn off the hormones to make it easier on myself. Because there are a surprising number of Christians. Devout ones.
Oh hey, Christian tangent. They really know their scripture. Catholics don't...but we know our dogma and tradition!
*cough*
Anyway, I don't know what I'm saying anymore. It's all just stream-of-consciousness and this hurry to type and type and type because if I stop I'll be...something I had but just a minute ago but lost now.
I'm killing my eyes here, but that's okay.
I feel like Adam Young of Owl City. He composes music in the wee hours of his insomnia; I write nonsense. I think I'll update WWhNEtG. I haven't done that in a looong while.