*cracks an imaginary cider ( Read more... )

Ow ( Read more... )

Tony Snow is dead and I'm too young to buy a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

If I had to choose one metaphor for this last year spent in Oregon, it would be of a sentence served in very well-run, rehabilitation focused prison ( Read more... )

God Damn It.

I can't write this entry.

My mom has a brain problem. I don't know how serious, but it ranges from "bad" to "as bad as it gets".

That's it.

Ok, I've only done this before for Morphine and Sluggy Freelance (I think), but I have to use my livejournal to advertise. I found a new music group- the Pierces. You know what, I suck at describing bands. Just click on the links.

Boring

Sticks and Stones

SecretAnyway, they only just broke in the last year, and probably need all the help they ( Read more... )

*raises glass ( Read more... )

Next term I have two 400-level math and computer science classes, four dance classes, and nothing else. By the end of the term I'll be either perfect or dead.

Another oddly literary entry. No promises as to quality. Read at your own risk ( Read more... )

Or, "Conversations With a Stripper ( Read more... )