I love my roomie, seriously I do. I'd die if I had anyone else in the room with me. But...dear lord I love it when she's gone. I don't feel bad about staying up late and watching crap on tv. Most of all, she doesn't like anime/manga. I tried, really I did, but she just doesn't like it. You know personal choice and all.

So now that she's gone...well. I changed into my pajamas at like four, crawled into bed, ate a pudding cake my mama sent me in the mail, and downloaded some yaoi. Life is good.

...until I have to read my zoology book all Sunday because I put it off.