I haven't posted to this journal. I haven't felt the need to, which is weird.  You should have a journal to express your thoughts and feelings, not becuase you want other people to read them. Yet, since I'm hiding from all my real life friends I haven't felt the desire to post on this one. How bizarre. 

I'm weirdly attached to my other ones. I should delete them, they're just taking up space but for some reason I can't let go. 

Either way I have two test tomorrow. I should be studying for those. Biology is lame. 

There was a shooting up the road last week. Two people died. If they had run 1 block farther they would have been in my apartment complex. My grandmother is freaking out. I feel validated. This area scares the living shit out of me. But my neighbors are some of the most amazing people ever. I lived in the dorms for two years and I didn't know my neighbors this well. 

Jonah asked me to Fu sit (fu is pretty much the dumbest/goofiest dog ever) earlier. Then about three hours later Sherea stopped by to ask me where I got my angry turkerys that I hung up. So I gave her the extra that I had printed out.  The only reason I even decorated for Thanksgiving was because Arlice wanted me to. Now the whole complex is going to have pictures of angry turkeys saying "Eat more Beef". I live across the way from my two best friends from childhood, but I see my new neighbors three times as often as I see my friends.