I decided officially the thing I hate/love most about college is the intense changes you feel constantly. I am a person who craves routine...and a person who severely lacks one.

I mean, I'm starting to get back into a routine now, but that will be changed in a few short months, when it will give way to a new routine, after which I will be in a different city hours and hours away for three months.

I love my roommate. She is my favorite person in the whole world, other than my immediate family.

I also love Garden State. Every other moment I just wanted to laugh and cry. I think we've all felt at some point like we are numb to the things around us and this movie is such a wakeup call, so refreshing.

At the end, I didn't cry. But I wanted to. The soundtrack rocks my socks off. The movie made me want a boyfriend. Preferably NOT on just getting off 1949025750 drugs, but just about anything would work.

Sometimes I feel bipolar, like really low one night and really high the next night, only not. I mean I was sad the other night (see: last post) but then tonight was amazingly great with the movie and the games and the conversation.

My ex-roommate (last year's,) one of my best friends, is currently hung up on a boy like I once was. Only he lives in the apartment next door and is traumatized because his girlfriend wants to see other people. I look at her impossible situation and think it could always be worse.

That also makes me wonder, why does seeing others in pain always make one feel so much better? There is something so wrong and yet so right about it......

It's been a long week. I need some sleep.