Why do they call them manilla folders??

I'm exhausted, both physically and amotionally.
I haven't gone to bed at a decent time in ages.
Last night it was 4:30am, and when I woke up at 6:30 to get ready for work I felt so sick.
I hate being sick, all I want to do is sleep and be lazy.
I also hate not being able to sleep.
My mind goes about a mile a minute and it's driving me nuts.

It amazes me how many girls I went to high school with are getting pregnant.

Sometimes I think about just heading off somewhere and not telling anyone where I'm heading or that I even left.
It sounds so nice in theory.

Is it weird that I'm ridiculously excited for the new semester to start?
I suppose I'm looking at it as a fresh slate...new classes,new profs,new outlooks,new input,new people.
Sometimes I think I get my hopes up too high for great things to happen.

I wrote something decent today for the first time in weeks.
I was beginning to worry that college had taken away my drive to write.

Meredith is coming over and we're going to watch movies and play wii.
Wii bowling could occupy me for days.
I'm so enthralled but the weirdest things.