Okay, HOW is it possible for me to be utterly incapable of opening my eyes at 7:25 in the morning, and then be chipper-ly walking down the snowy street (clearly awake) at 8? IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE. I am confused by my own body.

I waaaant to sleep so bad. And I just might take a power nap on the yoga mat in my dad's office during my three hour break ( Read more... )

Okay. The smashing part is well on its way. The writing, not so much. Ameena came by and vented about her ex, to which (and I warned her!) I went on a feminist "you don't need him" rant trying to knock some sense into her. (The warning was NOT about the feminism, t'was about the fact that I had just come off of reading 100 pages about the Canadian ( Read more... )