You can call me Al...

I was so impressed. While I wrote my biochem exam in the gym, that seats like close to 1000 people, not one cell phone rang. Not one. Now in this day in age, its hard to not be sitting in a quiet room and hear the sudden explosion of some top 40 pop hit, no doubt with lude lyrics that involve sexual content of some kind. I don't know if it was because it was Saturday morning at 9am, so most people would be hung over and not willing to call friends this early, or if it was just that the room was filed with responsible students who have learned how to turn their cell phones off. Yeah, I'm sure it's the second option...

I always forget how much I like to write in this thing. It brings some kind of reassurance. It's funny, because I normally don't like to write in journals or anything. But I find it somewhat easy to just sit down and type whatever comes into my mind. Although, when I think that there are a few other people out there who read it, it scares the crap out of me and I tend to not really say what's on my mind. So I just have to not think like that...