I need this old train to break down

I started this post at 1 am, got distracted and my computer died at one point. But here it is now.

I'm itching EVERYWHERE. And this only happens after my damn cat lays in bed with me. Please do not say I'm developing an allergy to my poor feline.

Schooooooooooooool is going to blooooooooow. Ok, ok. Stop that. I must develop a positive attitude about this semester. I just am so unenthusiastic about the idea of fighting for parking, playing the 'get to know everyone and why they are taking this class' game, praying to heaven my teacher doesn't assign group projects in any way, reviewing the syllabus to ends of frustration, calculating book costs (EEEEK) and wondering if the class will take up the entire time.

I went to see Wall-E (cute!!) on Sunday with my friend. And I'm realizing that I'm pretty afraid of this friendship. I think when I say certain things, it's a silent bomb inside. I feel like I do damages that I don't know about and that I'll never have a chance to fix. I don't know if I read into things too deep or not enough. Friend: "Give me a call sometime...". So I shot a quick email after a day or so to say thanks for the invite and it was good to see your face again. No response.... What do ya do?

(Post note: I went to soak my itchy skin in a hot bath around 3 am and my friend text me. And then I smiled.)

I'm itching worse, second by second. I've never really had skin allergies. When I lay in certain grass, my skin gets mildly irritated. But not this bad.

My friend gave me a brand new pretty blue iPod shuffle and told me to put music I like on there. And for some reason I am having a hard time with it.

Music is the easiest way to read into me.

Do I put my favorite dance/drinking/party music on there? My drive/think music? My sad/downtime?

Went to Thanksgiving Point and walked the gardens. So beautiful. There is a plant that has bright green on the top of the leaves and dark purple on the bottom side. Anyone know?

Grabbed a late night bite to eat with a friend at Denny's tonight and the hostess approaches us, "Is the convertible either of yours?"...... EFF. My car interior is soaked, damn sprinklers. My exterior is covered in bugs. So much for detailing it last weekend.