Seven Year Itch

Starting tomorrow, begins the first day of a seven year crusade. A day that will love in infamy, as we stood up to all that is right, and all that we hold dear......oops, sorry, wrong speech.

Seven classes to go. Seven sins to commit. Seven chances to commit. Seven wonders of the world. Seven disasters happening. Seven miles long road to walk. Seven dwarfs walking. Seven brothers speaks seven languages on the seventh minute of the seventh hour of the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of the seventh millennia since humans started from Earth......oops...wrong story. ごめんね。Seven sentences with one too many...

My friends were right. I won't know what she really thinks about me unless I ask her. I will never find out how she really feels about me unless I ask her...discreetly of course. And I will never ever, for the life of me, find my significant other if I just sit here in front of this damned computer writing about what I did or didn't do and nothing else. If anything I learned from watching TV, playing games, watching arguments, seeing people is that, life is too short to be spent trying to figure out whodunit. The simplest course of action would be...ask her!

LIVE HAPPY!! LIVE LIFE!!!