Here I am.

Tonight, during idle conversation a friend expressed her thoughts about marriage. Apparently, if she could get married to someone rich right now, she wouldn't finish college. I don't know why, but the whole situation had a very 1950's feel to me. Why am I so opposed to this? Why can I not stand every guy who is interested in me? (not that it's many) What exactly is my deal? I've been seeking for some definitive answers lately. I'm 20, so maybe it's a little early to be stable. Sometimes when I write I swear I'm ripping my sentences straight from songs. Anyway, I now have bangs. Yes. After years of advice, warnings and deliberation, I have them. Thanks, Kate. Also, I saw Robots, and despite the fact that Jaime and I were the only ones really laughing, I recommend it to anyone. That, however, is not my main concern tonight. So I'm going to ponder on things that I know and things I don't, and I will most likely not post what I come up with. I do still have my sensitive subjects, you know.