If you write on the side of desks in the library, you probably have nothing to do with your life. I'm sorry.

As I sit in this dull and hellacious library, I cannot help to look at the inscriptions on this quaint little cubicle:
- "I love Daniel." "He loves someone else."
- "Live tha LifE." "Please don't."
- "laughasmuchasyoutreathe(heart)."
- "Whore." "okay baby."
My thoughts on these inscriptions:
- Daniel probably doesn't love either of you. Actually, he probably doesn't exist. If you are dumb enough to write about him in the library he isn't real.
- Clearly, you are not living any life, because you are writing on the cubicle of the library.
- laughasmuchasyoubreathe. Could be kind of cute. Except I needed to breathe the whole time I was trying to figure out what the heck that said. I can't laugh and read laughasmuchasyoubreathe at the same time.
- Pretty sure it's safe to say that this cubicle is not a "whore." Or a "baby."

Now, time for what I actually got on here to write. I got a little distracted and needed to let the cubicle writers of the world know how I feel about them.

     Obviously, I am in the library. Getting in a little study time for this history test, which I have no idea what to study. But I'm here. A for effort. No interesting head injuries or New Orleans trips with mom this week. Sad. I did get to see one of my best friends look beautiful on state's homecoming court. yeahhh. Surprise starkville trip was a success. It's always wonderful to see my bestiesss from the gpt.
     DDD. bid day. yesterday. ole miss. From all of my extensive facebook stalking, I say it was a success. Lots of new little dolphin babies. I miss everyone there bunches. lots of bunches. These little babies are gonna love dolphin life.
     Paranormal Activity 2. Slightly frightening. $7.75 was well spent. I suppose. Movie theater people commentary was far too much to handle. I did not pay to hear your comments, woman with unfixable southern accent that was sitting behind me. I'm pretty sure no one else did either. But thanks anyways.
     Zoo Boo. It's where kids trick-or-treat at an animal-less hattiesburg zoo at night. WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE ZOO WITHOUT ANIMALS? oh, just hundreds of people. Don't worry, the animal smell made it seem like little nugget prairie dogs were live and present. I must say, that zoo had the largest collection of blow up decorations known to North America. Congrats, Hattiesburg Zoo. You keep up the good work. Just in case you think blow up animals substitute for real ones here's a hint: they don't.
     I'm still confused by the existence of this blog. I'm not sure if I want to bore the world with the strange ideas of my mind or just comment on how I feel about events/surroundings. Maybe a happy little combination of both. I'll ponder this for a while.