What Would My Mother Say?

I'm typing this on my dorm-mate's computer, in his room. It's the triple at the end of the hall, and I've taken refuge here while my roommate cuddles with our neighbor/boyfriend. I tried going in earlier to drop off some stuff before heading to a meteor shower, but apparently there was hanky panky, and I got my head hit and crying never looked so appealing at that moment. I reined in my tear ducts and breathed: at least I got a good yell out.
So yeah, hanging (oh shut up. Pun so intended) around three guys. Two are unconscious, while the last and I plug away at short papers we have to write that's due in a coupla' hours. I'm bloggin' to get the juices flowing, and just to drop in and talk. Sometimes, I just need the world to know what's goin' up on my lil' corner of the world so I feel...not as alone.

But yeah, meteor shower. Not...fantastic, but I got to see so many stars. It was beautiful. And cold. And beautiful. Looking hard enough, you begin to see and fall into the depth of the stars. You see those tiny ones far away that flare like pinpricks and crumbs, and realize again how the sky never really goes black. Just a deep, rich blue. *sigh*

I painted! Something pretty good actually. Will put up eventually.