4 AM: A loud buzzing noise permeates our room. The three of us awake, startled but sleepy, and sit trying to understand what it is. Finally my roommates put on their shoes and look outside to see if anyone else knows.

It's the fire alarm. The sound overwhelms everything else, screaming incoherently at us.

Feeling a bit ruffled, I shuffle outside in my pajamas, joining the mob that is flowing outside.

We stand on the wet grass in front of the building, waiting to be told that we can return to our beds. Some people are very upset about their interrupted sleep. Others are taking pictures with their cameras as the firetrucks roll up. I'm just laughing.

Finally they tell us that we can go back inside. Everyone gravitates to the entrance of the hall, pushing past fellow students so as to get back to bed more quickly.

6:30 AM: My alarm goes off. I quiet it with a touch of a button and try to sleep for a brief ten minutes, then sit up in my bed and think, tiredly, about getting dressed.

Eventually I dig some clothes out of my drawers and put them on, then put my bag on and go to class.

9 AM: A few students, myself included, stand outside a classroom, waiting to go inside. A voice crackles over the PA system, telling us that a fire drill is being conducted and to exit the building.

WHAT THE HELL ST. JOHN'S.

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The green sour Jelly Bellys taste gross. It's like they took the coffee jelly beans that nobody wanted and spray painted them green.

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I didn't get to take pictures of all the posters, because half of them were gone when we walked around today...

Here's the first one, though:

I just wrote whatever came into my head and then drew a picture to accompany it.

If you don't vote for Clarence his wife and kids will be mulched. :0

You can probably tell that I didn't know how to spell or draw a weasel...

Let's see... went to Times Square today. We walked into Magnolia Bakery, and wow, just wow, guys. They had these samples of banana pudding, and I was reluctant to try it at first. I was like "I dunno, I don't really like banana pudding..."

But then I tried it, and everything changed.

That pudding was freaking amazing. So amazing that I had to buy some more because it was absolutely delicious. Seriously. The small size was still more than I needed, but I kept eating it because it tasted so good. I ate the whole thing and then scraped out the leftover bits on the side of the container, even though I was full to the point of being sick.

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People keep telling me bad things about him. Like I should break up with him and move on. I don't even know why they're saying these things. What would be the point of breaking up with him if I don't want to go meet other people? Wouldn't it make more sense to just wait for him to come back? And this "moving on" business...Really? It's not like I'm stuck on him. My heart isn't being broken more with each day that he's not here.

What is WITH people....

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The first half of my day was not super peachy, but I guess that's alright.

I took a nap and woke up to my phone vibrating on the desk... I had been having a strange dream about chatting with a pedophile online.

...That was the first dream I really remembered in detail since I've been here...

At home my dreams are vivid and colorful, more-real-than-reality spasms of places and experiences.

Here my dreams are grey and unfantastic, and apparently have some sort of storyline...?

In the dream, I was sitting on a couch with some of my relatives, and talking with said pedophile in an online chatroom. He asked me if I had any pictures of me with my dad, and I said no, so then he started asking me weird things... Like did I have any pictures that involved waterwings or log rides.

I'm not sure if it would've gotten stranger, as Saeedah's call woke up.

We went to dinner, which was alright, if not extraordinary. For some reason I was starving... I ate everything I got, with the exception of a disgusting piece of honeydew that tasted of laundry detergent.

After that, we went and got ice cream, then returned to the dorms.... That's where the fun started.

Saeedah and I walked around, taping Post-its up that said "Saeedah 4 vice president"... even though she's not actually running. :P

Some of them were pretty funny. I wish I could show you some pictures, but I didn't really take any....

I also picked up the actually serious posters that had fallen to the ground, taped them up facing the wall, and drew on the backs with a Sharpie. It was pretty epic. Unfortunately I have no pictures of those either, but perhaps I will try and get some tomorrow...

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I barely know what was being taught in my classes today. For pretty much the whole time I was just researching the Marines and ways to send mail to bootcamp.

...Never in my life did I think I'd have a boyfriend who was going into the military...

Of all the things I've considered, this was never one of them. How is that even possible? I guess I always somewhat assumed I'd end up with a geek, not a jock. Man... :|

I just realized that this has been the first day since we met that we haven't talked. Jeez...

[They say absence makes the heart grow fonder; I guess I'll find out if that's all true]

-Sigh-

I care about him a lot. Maybe I'm not really attracted to him, and maybe I'm just not into it as much as he is, but I do care about him.

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If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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So.... I had my first kiss today... and it was not really great.

We were in the city, just waiting for the light to change, and he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. :3 Then we stood there and commented on how unspecial it seemed. XP

But anyway, I had my first kiss, and my second, and my third, and probably my one thousandth. Hehe.

I am ashamed to say that we were the "get a freakin' room" couple everywhere we went. D:

We were not, however, the "look like they're cannibals" couple. NO FACE EATING. Well at least I hope not. I told him I didn't want to kiss with an open mouth, and he pretty much respected that.

It was ridiculous though, guys. At first I wasn't kissing back, but after an hour or two I tried, and I guess that encouraged him, so the frequency of the kissing saw some exponential growth OH BY THE WAY did I mention we're actually in a relationship now?

This is kind of absolutely horrible, but I'm glad I can at least make him happy....

Oh yeah and I guess it's my birthday. Woo... I'm eighteen. :/

[Be glad I've spared you all the gory details of the past few hours...]

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I've realized that my entries about me hanging out with him are kind of long and... yeah, pretty much just long. So this time I'll try and shorten it...

After a series of delays he showed up around 9:30 PM. He met my mom, and we went into the dorm building because he now has a valid, if extremely ghetto, ID.

Showed him my room, which was not a big deal.

We went back down to say goodbye to my mom, but then basically stalked her to the bus stop. D: Then he made us stay there until the bus came...

After that we went into the dorms again for some reason, and when we came down the stairs there was this big group of people there and they all started calling him Peter. We were both confused, to say the least. He seemed pretty amused by it, though. :P

Ummm walked around some more, then went to get gum at 7-11. It turned out that he couldn't go back on campus because they wouldn't let him past 11:30 or something, so we went to Dunkin Donuts to sit down. These two guys came in and these girls in front of us were like "oh we thought we saw the last of you guys tonight!"

...The guys started talking to him, being like "well Frank told us you'd be here, you know, blah blah blah...."

He went right along with it. :P I just stood there and laughed. XP The girls were looking at the guys in confusion, and turned to me and started asking if I knew them, and if Frank was his real name.... I just sort of shook my head and stepped away and said that no, his name was not Frank.

Anyway, after they figured out they were being had, I guess everyone thought it was pretty funny. The guys congratulated him on being an awesome actor, then turned to me and said "but you.... cracking up in the corner? You could use some work."

Heh.

Following eating the food we got, we kind of just sat there and stared at each other's eyes. But not like "oh, I love you so much muh muh muh" kinda romantic stare. Just studying. Blue eyes are so cool looking... my eyes are boring and brown. D:

End.

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...Going to bed with wet hair does not cause brain damage.

(I don't know why I believed that when I was younger...)

Yeah, I took a shower at like midnight and couldn't really dry my hair, so I had to sleep with it wet... and as a result I woke up with some ULTRA SEXEH BEDHEAD. :P

Heh... I'm actually half serious about that. ;D

But no pictures, sorry. It would be way too awkward to take a picture with all these people around... and also... just meh. MEH.

Just listening to some oldies right now and-- OH YEAH I GOT MY BOX GUYS. It has a lot of junk in it like veggie jerky and all those jelly beans that I didn't eat at home...

[I picked out the ones I liked before... but my parents decided to send the ones that were left because apparently jelly beans are a healthy and nutritious snack for college students X|]

At least there are cashews. :D

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