Don't worry Xanga. I'll never fully leave you.

Oh, and life? Yeah, you can stop changing and going abnormally fast any time now. Because the thought of actually having to get a real person job and live in the real person world with a real person apartment that has real person rent that I'm already starting to look into about two years from right now? Terrifying.

Except for actually having the apartment. That I'm ok with. I'm thinking outskirts of the Plaza/Westport/trying to be revitalized Downtown. One of the three.

So who wants to plan my apartment-warming party? I'm thinking two years from today. Scary.

xoxo,

Gossip Girl.

ps, I want a redish color scheme. Work with it.

Xangaaaaaa.

I miss thee.

So, I'm updating again...I didn't get pulled over, or have some lifechanging experience...I just got in a xanga mood.  And God knows I can't ignore my xanga moods.  I haven't been able to since freshman year in high school, I shant start quelling them now.

I'm just waiting to get like, deathly ill.  Roommate #1 had it last weekend, roommate #2 has it this weekend, and where does that leave myself as roommate #3?  Ah, Thanksgiving weekend.  Lovely.  Yeah, apparently it lasts about a week and a half, includes such lovely things as fever, exhaustion, killer headaches, and the complete inability to swallow.

I'm excited.  Lysol is my bff for the next 5 days, no joke.

I'm so excited for this break.  I'm not the best when I'm antsy...When I don't want to be somewhere, I really don't want to be somewhere.  And, if I ever get that feeling here, it's like hey, I can risk getting raped on the metrolink in order to go a few stops over to like, the Galleria or something.  But then that involves finding someone to go with me, walking to the metrolink stop, waiting for the right train, buying tickets...Not fun.  So, I just need to get off campus for awhile.

Seeing all of the people that I love more than anything doesn't hurt either.

You know who's cute in real life?  The Chiefs kicker.  Since, you know, I got to go to the Chiefs/Rams game with some friends and sit in a second row seat right behind thier bench that I bought from a friendly scalper for $45.

Sorry, I had to bring that up somehow.  I'm still proud.

I've had two classes cancelled this week.  Not like that's some exceptional amount, but when I don't have to go to an 8AM class, I've found that the day is that much sunnier, the cold air a little less cold, and my step a little more bouncy.

I saw someone rollerblading to class the other day.  Like, 80's, hardcore, brughtly colored rollerblades.  It made me happy.

I don't want to like Fergie's music.  I really don't.  Really, really, really.

But darnit if I don't want to be Fergalicious...cause my body stay vicious, I be up in the gym just working on my fitness, he's my witness.

Ha, like I've been to the gym once this year.  That's funny.

I'm going to listen to The Fray and gain some of coolness back.

Grey's Anatomy tonight...It's odd how Alex has just taken storm of the space in my heart once previously saved for George.

I think that's a sign I need some nonfictional men in my life.  Ha.

Oh, I had a dream the other night that I was a ghostbuster.  Which was a really fun dream, because it involved a lot of my friends, I got to be in charge of the ghost busting expidition, I got to hold a gun like thing that was oddly similar to my SuperSoaker I used to have back in the day, and I got to do some sommersaults while running across a rickety old bridge that was in the middle of a haunted mall for whatever reason...and then it got really, really, sad because one of my fellow hunters got killed in the line of duty.  And I woke up crying.  So I pretty much got jipped out of a really good dream with the ending.  Dumb REM sleep.

And now I'm kind of scared that something will happen to the kid I dreampt about, since I haven't thought about him in a looong time, and I swear that I predicted Priest Holmes getting hurt the night before it happened the first time.  No joke, in my dream I walked into my living room and my brother was sitting there all mad watching the game, and I was like what happened, and he said that the Cheifs were losing and Priest got hurt so we were screwed.

Annnd that morning the Chiefs played, Priest got hurt, they lost the game, and were sufficiently screwed.

Sorry Chiefs fans.  My bad.

I, Kelley never do anything wrong Dunn, have officially been pulled over.

Granted it was for a headlight that went out...And granted he didn't even give me a warning, he was just like thanks for buckeling up ma'am, be sure to tell your parents when you get home...And granted even turn his sirens on...And granted the whole event only took about 4 minutes.

But still.  I had a run in with the cops...And I won.

So I guess this is what it's like to be a badass...splendid!

So, I'm in The Bean, sipping my coffee, wearing my sweatshirt, and updating my xanga.  And, strangly, I have nothing to say.

Pumped for Grey's Anatomy tonight.

Double pumped for Fall Break in T-minus 8 days and counting.

Triple pumped for the fact that I only have one midterm to take, and it's a 50 question true/false test on the art of Public Speaking.  Twill be a challenge I'm sure.  Or not.

I used to have so much to say on xanga...Maybe I'm just not in a typing out all of my life mood.  Maybe I'm just self conscious because there are people looking over my shoulder since I'm in a public place.  Who knows.

I went to Schnucks today and bought my own food.  I've come to find out that I hate buying my own food.  It was nice the first time, when I was all, hey, I can eat whatever I want.  Now that I have about $200 to last me to December, it's not as much fun. 

I get that whole poor college student mantra thing now.

You know what also make me mad?  10 for $10 stuff.  Because yes, I would like some Gushers, but not at the regular $2.50 a box.  The $1.00 a box is mighty nice...But what would I do with 10 boxes?  And why in God's name would I spend $10 on just one item of food?  I need shampoo to darnit, I can't afford just the Gushers!

I've come to hate capatilistic America.  And Schnucks.

I still miss my puppy.  And my friends.  And my parents.  And my bed.  And my Mixxie.  And my car.  And my Plaza.  And my Black Dog.  Not necessarily in that order.

But I'm happy here.  I actually felt like a college student the other day, and not just some kid at summer camp.  It's kind of nice.

Ok, I lied, apparently I was in an updation mood.

I always forget to update this mug.  Whoooops.

So, college is enjoyable.  I have my little posse and it's a good one.  We had an Aladdin sing-a-long for about 3 hours the other night...And that was right after a Galleria shopping extravaganza and an ice cream feast.

I lived out a dream...I ordered my Starbucks under a false name.

"I have a tall java chip frappachino for Mulan."

I'm going to be completely honest.

It was amazing.

What's not so amazing is the fact that I've had REM's Losing My Religion stuck in my head for the last 5 days.  Sure, other songs have gone in and out, but it always goes back to that song.  I think it's my default one or something.  And I really like that song, so the fact that it's replaying over and over is mildly bothersome.

I have two tests Wednesday...my first college exams.  I'm not overly excited.  I should be studying.

So, I'm also pretty sure I haven't gone to bed before 1 since I've been here.  Again, odd for me.  My sleep scheduele is ridiculous.

I got the cutest shirt in the entire world for $10 at Urban Outfitters.  I was so proud of myself.

I also own St. Louis transportation as of now.  Pretty sure we rode the metro to a bus stop and thn rode said bus to Target.

And we didn't die or get assulted.  We were kind of really proud.

I'm back in KC come late October...The 20th through the 24th...Or something like that.  Plan something fun, aight?  Aight.

I miss you.