So here's the thing.

I'm definitely at a point in my life where I'm okay being single. It's been this way for a while, actually. I'm not one of those girls who sits on her butt and waits for prince charming to come and mopes around because he hasn't yet. Fairy tales are not real. I love who I am and I love my life and I know that I would not compromise myself for a guy. I will continue to be who I am and I will continue to persue what I want out of life--and I will not stop for another person.

However. It would be damn nice to go on a date. You know? Be asked out, be told that I'm appreciated as more than a friend. Something. It would be nice. Hmmm.

Whatever. I won't die if doesn't happen. I'll be as happy as I am now. But, I wouldn't complain either.

Anyway--

I'm pretty sure today was the hardest day of the semester. I'm so glad it's over. I'm going to bed EARLY tonight.

Yay.

I'm done.

SAC