When there's a smile in your heart

Liz left yesterday and it was strange because when we said goodbye she actually started crying. An odd reaction because we barely hang out this year, but maybe I was mistaken and she actually did like me. Go figure. I finally got around to the task of tearing down the million and one posters and little things I had stuck up on the walls. And my mom came to take most of my stuff home, except for the stuff Im going to need over the next few days, so my room is now almost completely bare. I don't even like being in here. It feels like a ghost room and I would much rather have my final and go home. I'm not sure where I'm going to keep all my dorm crap over summer. Is it worth it to go through and unpack absolutely everything? My parents will probably make me because they don't want it piled up in the living room all summer and rightfully so.

A bunch of my suitemates are still here though and it's a completely beautiful day so Hilary, rebecca, Angie, Leona, and I got up early and went to Manhatten Beach. I got some sun, though it doesn't make me any tanner. I'm perpetually pale....it's a curse. Then I stood in the water for a bit and it wasn't freezing like it usually is when you jump into the ocean. We had lunch at this cute beach-side restaurant and got english breakfast tea lattes (which are surprisingly like the milk teas that I make at home anyway). We dropped angie off at a ghetto bus station cuz she was heading to san diego for the weekend and came back to usc. So now I'm stuck sitting in my phantom room, but that's alright. Gotta start studying for that pesky philosophy final anyway. The next two days are gonna crawl by.

I REALLY want to go dancing. Yes?