we've got bigger plans tonight

Hi Friend.
Someone just threw a snow/slush ball at my window. This doesn't really surprise me as my room is one of the few rooms with a light still on at three in the morning. My friend Zack who lives upstairs likes to throw snow at our window. He actually broke the screen once.
But I looked outside to see who had done it, and saw no one. I was expecting to see Zack. I was hoping to see Paul.
I'm such a hopeless romantic sometimes. I make up these crazy adorable scenarios and conversations in my head. This is part of the reason why I love to write. All those adorable moments that I long for wont go to waste and at least a character can experience them. Better than nothing, right? I guess it's silly.
Speaking of writing, I was thinking today of possibly doing Nanowrimo this year. For those of you who don't know what that is, it's National Novel Writing Month. Every November, thousands of people try to write a book in one month. It's difficult to do as a college student since it's right before exams, but part of me really wants to try. Maybe it's the fire I need to actually continue with a story and not abandon it.
I tend to abandon stories that I start. Either because they depress me (usually due to content and who the characters are based off of) or because I'm so happy with what I already have, I don't want to ruin it with anything less than perfect. But like I said, maybe I can kick that habit. I hope I can kick that habit. I'd love to write.
I don't talk about how much I love to write and how badly I want to write a novel with my friends, for multiple reasons. My friends know I used to be really into writing poetry. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I was really good. When I get home I can post some of my old stuff on here. I really am proud of all of it. But also, my roommate is determined to be a novelist. Though, to be honest, her stories are lame in my opinion. Her characters are so young and naive, like her. The plots are so underdeveloped and far-fetched. She thinks she's better than she is. In fact, none of us ever want to hear about her stories, but she forces us to listen. I just don't want to do that. I'd rather keep my desires to write to myself rather than think that everyone is so supportive when really they couldn't care less. Don't get me wrong. I try to be supportive of her, but I can't listen to her talk about these characters and their fifth-grade-like-crushes. It's just so dull. Especially when she decides that she's going to read you a chapter.
Again with the sounding like a terrible person.

I should be tired right now. I've been awake since eight in the morning. Almost 20 hours.
That is the biggest problem with my DSPS. I can be running on very little sleep, or have been going all day, and still not get tired until three or four in the morning. I don't really get the opportunity to catch up on sleep except during weekends when I can kind of sleep in. Unfortunately, I can't spend this whole weekend sleeping. I have a show on both Saturday and Sunday as well as a huge exam on Tuesday to study for.
I might as well try for a few hours of sleep tonight. I'll just have to nap tomorrow afternoon.

Currently playing on my iPod: Hey Kristina - All Caps
Like I said in my earlier post, I've been listening to them all day. This song is beautiful and quickly became a part of another one of my crazy romantic scenarios.