Identity Crisis

So today, Jim says I'm wholesome. Yes, me, the girl with the lesbian poster in her room, the chick who has been known to lust after the badguys in movies, wholesome. Jim says that all that and the witchcraft and paganism are just surrounding inner wholesomeness. And a creamy nougat center, adds Amanda.

I think he might be right.

I mean, look at me. I've got freaking pet bunnies, for crying out loud. I'm getting married to a guy I've been in a completely monogamous relationship with for six years. But then again, I like to swear, drink, and wish insane acts of violence on people who irritate me. So, I suppose the question is whether deep down, I'm actually a sweet, loving individual or a diabolical fiend intent on mischief.

After considering this for sometime, I've decided I'm both. I am a Gemini after all, and we have two personalities. I guess that I'm wrapped in a dark layer of scary chocolate, surrounding a creamy nougat of wholesomeness, with a strip of evil caramel. Oh, and there's gotta be peanuts in there, cause I'm pretty sure I'm insane.

I'm the worlds most delicious candy bar.

GOOOO GATORS!!!!!

So... I hear that its

GREAT
TO
BE
A
FLORIDA
GATOR!!!

We won the basketball championship... I can't even believe it. I'm too psyched to go to bed, and even if I could sleep, there's too much yelling and partying out front. Why are there classes tomorrow? Every Gator in the world is partying their brains out right now, and the administration expects us to get up and be coherent? Oh, and to not drink... good old Machen is on the warpath against drinking.

Amanda and I pre-ordered Championship shirts, and are getting them tomorrow... everything about this rules.

Go Gators.