I've been home since last Friday. Labor Day weekend, ya know? It was relaxing for the most part. I go back to UPG tomorrow since I don't have class on Tuesdays, or else I would have gone back this morning.
    The weather is finally growing more damp and less warm. I like it cooler because I can wear my favorite outfit of the hoodie, jeans, adidas tennies, hair down, makeup on. I should dye my hair again. I don't feel like messing it up, though. Time to spend money and let the pros do it for me. I'm not good with foil anyway.

    I read this poem by e.e. cummings called "l(e" and it was the most interesting poem I've read in awhile. It can be interpreted in so many ways and I enjoy it mostly because of its ability to be so flexible. I put it in my AIM profile because I like it enough to share it with the world.
    I found one of my old livejournals and I realized that my writing skills have changed severely from when I was a sophmore/junior in high school. There's quite a difference in my use of words for the most part. It was quite the interesting comparison. I almost want to update it so that I can read the entries top and bottom for an even better comparison of how much my writing has changed. Listen to me, obsessed with my writing style. It's what Eng. Wrt. majors do, I guess. Speaking of ENGWRT, I should do homework for Intermediate Fiction. I have to write a short story and turn it in to a publisher so that it can get ripped apart. It really is an intimidating class, but this badass can handle it.

I think I'm too sure of myself for once.