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So, here I am at the end of the semester, sitting in a dorm room that looks like it has exploded, about to make three to four major moves over the course of the next five months, and I'm tired as hell. I don't like this impermanence! On Saturday I fly to Portland. The Thursday after that I fly back to Ann Arbor, where I will happily work 36 or so hours a week and live in a tiny, unfurnished basement for two months. And then I'll go to London and live in a dorm there and learn about British feminism and then I'll go to Portland for three weeks and then back to Ann Arbor to move into a Real Grownup Apartment. Urgh urgh urgh! It's all good and exciting stuff, but the sheer amount of packing tape involved disgusts and horrifies me. Disgust and horror!
Speaking of, I am completely addicted to that show Gossip Girl. And I am not ashamed.
For the forseeable future, I'm going to try to not take songs like "No One Will Ever Love You" and "Lonely for So Long" too much to heart. Because. . .I should not. But then I think about my relationship history and it's like, man, look at this tangle of thorns! (Which I'm considering as my next tattoo.) Oh vell.
No matter how many times my German professor gently corrects me, I'm going to insist on calling my major "Frauen Studieren". I know it's incorrect in so many ways, but hell is it fun to say.
Expedia Reviews of the Bates Motel: Okay. Got a weird vibe*.
Why think or write linearly when nothing in the universe is linear, man? Right, man? Man?
Next semester I'm taking a class called The Writing of Poetry and I've already started with the anxiety dreams.
*This hilarity courtesy Jessie.
Speaking of, I am completely addicted to that show Gossip Girl. And I am not ashamed.
For the forseeable future, I'm going to try to not take songs like "No One Will Ever Love You" and "Lonely for So Long" too much to heart. Because. . .I should not. But then I think about my relationship history and it's like, man, look at this tangle of thorns! (Which I'm considering as my next tattoo.) Oh vell.
No matter how many times my German professor gently corrects me, I'm going to insist on calling my major "Frauen Studieren". I know it's incorrect in so many ways, but hell is it fun to say.
Expedia Reviews of the Bates Motel: Okay. Got a weird vibe*.
Why think or write linearly when nothing in the universe is linear, man? Right, man? Man?
Next semester I'm taking a class called The Writing of Poetry and I've already started with the anxiety dreams.
*This hilarity courtesy Jessie.