Happy Birthday Val!!
Because Ruty poked the Hell out of me, here is an update.
Happy, happy birthday to the loverly cloakedwinter! Stop on over at her journal and wish her much happiness. She was one of my first and best friends at Whitman and there are many happy memories including her cabin, Egyptian rat screw, Zelda, and just general craziness which I know will be treasured for the rest of my life. She's a brilliant, motivated, talented, and kind person. I hope this year is good to her.
Woke up today.
Found my glasses. They were under the bed.
Held an emergency conference with career counselor who basically told me my application for an Upward Bound program was pretty near perfect.
Sent off the e-mail and application.
Went to class where I was bored.
Confirmed that the e-mail was recieved by office.
Mooched around my room and got the sims to work until it died and now it won't work again.
Got dinner and made the mistake of drinking coffee and ended up with fifteen minutes of stomach cramps and hanging my head over my wastebasket.
Came over to the boys' house where they were boring. Poked, kissed, and petted Ian. Crept up on and bit Matt (Have I ever been drunk in Matt's presence? Have I ever been drunk? I'm pretty sure he's shitting me, but my memory is crap).
The Crying of Lot 49 is hilarious. Bastard Out of Carolina is painful.
If my habits are an indication of other English majors, I'm amazed we actually manage to discuss works in class.
I actually feel motivated to write and draw. I think this is a combination of being caught up in classes, positive feedback from professors, and drugs.
Will be able to make both the Percussion Ensemble performance and Chorale concert.
Must watch Lawrence of Arabia at some point.
Can't wait to move into my apartment.
Happy, happy birthday to the loverly cloakedwinter! Stop on over at her journal and wish her much happiness. She was one of my first and best friends at Whitman and there are many happy memories including her cabin, Egyptian rat screw, Zelda, and just general craziness which I know will be treasured for the rest of my life. She's a brilliant, motivated, talented, and kind person. I hope this year is good to her.
Woke up today.
Found my glasses. They were under the bed.
Held an emergency conference with career counselor who basically told me my application for an Upward Bound program was pretty near perfect.
Sent off the e-mail and application.
Went to class where I was bored.
Confirmed that the e-mail was recieved by office.
Mooched around my room and got the sims to work until it died and now it won't work again.
Got dinner and made the mistake of drinking coffee and ended up with fifteen minutes of stomach cramps and hanging my head over my wastebasket.
Came over to the boys' house where they were boring. Poked, kissed, and petted Ian. Crept up on and bit Matt (Have I ever been drunk in Matt's presence? Have I ever been drunk? I'm pretty sure he's shitting me, but my memory is crap).
The Crying of Lot 49 is hilarious. Bastard Out of Carolina is painful.
If my habits are an indication of other English majors, I'm amazed we actually manage to discuss works in class.
I actually feel motivated to write and draw. I think this is a combination of being caught up in classes, positive feedback from professors, and drugs.
Will be able to make both the Percussion Ensemble performance and Chorale concert.
Must watch Lawrence of Arabia at some point.
Can't wait to move into my apartment.