huh.

So, our bathroom sink is clogged yet again. I wonder how often this happens in men's living places. I mean, I am constantly having to clean out drains because they are clogged with disgustingly long hairs and gunk. Man, it's nearly enough to make me shave my head.

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Well, I suppose one thing to talk about is the atrocious eating habits one acquires whilst at college. Of course there is the typical ramen diet, but what becomes acceptable as a meal progressively degrades until you find yourself eating peanut butter on somewhat moldy bread three times a day. I have yet to =quite= reach this point, but I am not far off. Mom would not be proud. Don't hear much from mom anyway, Katherine's mom calls here every now and then, but I think I've been forgotten.

Things haven't been going well between me and Colin. By not well, I mean not talking to each other. I'm fairly certain he has not noticed this fact. The obliviousity of men-types astonishes me. All I know is I am on the verge of NCMO with Spencer, this one preemie I've cuddled with on multiple occasions. Spencer is a mormon man-whore but this whole back and forth with Colin has definetly shaken the line of who I will and will not do. Katherine, among nearly all the freshmen in our ward, disapproves of NCMO. Thus, I do not mention it often, but I think of it constantly. Spencer's lost like 5 more pounds and I do like them thin.