Yep. Here it is.

SOOOOOO...here it is. I felt really left out, being virtually the only family member besides GRANDMA to not have a blog, and I'm one of those people who could talk all day if need be, so...I made one. BAHAHAHA! Look out world! The Bebo is in the house! Nah...but really. It's 12:47pm on December 15th, I'm STILL laying in bed (go figure), it's a ridiculous 7 degrees outside, and I'm thinking about NOT venturing out there until I absolutely have to (i.e. rehearsal).

For those of you who may not be privy to the inner workings of my decision-making in the past month or so, here goes: 

I'm at KU. I will stay at KU until at least May. Then, depending on my grades, I will decide whether to stay at KU (switching my major to one of three things: Film, Music, or French), or quit school and go to cosmetology school. Hmm....two very fulfilling options, one being obviously cheaper. Next year, I'll be staying in an apartment with my best friend Monica, and two of our friends Jessica and Tori. It's a beautiful place, and it's still technically "student living" although it's WAY off campus and MUCH cheaper. 

Tracy and I hung Christmas lights in our room not too long ago...we also have stockings with our names on them. I love my roommate, but I'm thinking about moving out into a single room upstairs on the sixth floor. Mostly because I need my space and I need to be able to rehearse (Tracy hates singing). I'd be moving next door to the RA Leslie, who I already know pretty well, and on the other side of me would be Monica and Tori, who are suitemates with Rachel and Gena and we'd all live down the hall from White Chocolate (Jason), Tony, Kare Bear (Karen), and Luke. Which would be, in a word, FABULOUS! I would no doubtedly miss seeing the ever-so-handsome Daniel (my current RA) walking down the hall shirtless, but I'm sure I'll cope. 

Speaking of ever-so-handsome boys, I have none in my life right now and I'm pretty sure I'm happy with that. I had a boyfriend for all of a month, but...he was just too...boring? Is that the word I'm looking for? Bland? I sound like mom when she talks about her Michael. So generic, I just couldn't deal with it. I need the "ooomph" factor. I've met a boy who has that "ooomph" factor, but I dont' really want to talk about it because he has NO idea that I like him and I'm not about tell him, so thats just the end of that, now isn't it?

Bah...I really need to clean. Damn small spaces.