watch out, world! I'm back.
December 1st is World AIDS Day. I bought a cookie at the bake sale. And then went upstairs to find free foods for 3Ls, promptly forgot AIDS cookie and gorged on chocolate-covered strawberries and gingerbread cookies (which, when eaten together, provide a delightful medley of pleasant tastes on the tongue), and drank hot cider. Spicey-sweet gooooooodness!
In other updates on my life:
Officially turned down offer from law firm that I wrote oh-so-much about in this here lj.
Told parents about the boyfriend...awkwardness taken to new heights.
Continue to be a horrible friend to my friends. (Happy Birthday Maria!!!! I know it was in October!!!I'm so sorry I haven't emailed or called!! I hope we're still friends!)
Wallowing in stress and self-pity feels a lot better than actually doing things. As indicated by my lame lj-shout-out to Maria, instead of actually contacting her. I am not well. But I will be. Chocolate covered strawberries helps a little. So does the boyfriend. So do friends. So call me sometime, please! I don't know why I can't call, it's not because I don't care, believe me.
I'm not used to reaching out, I am the optimist, the cheerer-upper, the entertainer, if I can't do any of those things what reason is there to talk to people?
In other updates on my life:
Officially turned down offer from law firm that I wrote oh-so-much about in this here lj.
Told parents about the boyfriend...awkwardness taken to new heights.
Continue to be a horrible friend to my friends. (Happy Birthday Maria!!!! I know it was in October!!!I'm so sorry I haven't emailed or called!! I hope we're still friends!)
Wallowing in stress and self-pity feels a lot better than actually doing things. As indicated by my lame lj-shout-out to Maria, instead of actually contacting her. I am not well. But I will be. Chocolate covered strawberries helps a little. So does the boyfriend. So do friends. So call me sometime, please! I don't know why I can't call, it's not because I don't care, believe me.
I'm not used to reaching out, I am the optimist, the cheerer-upper, the entertainer, if I can't do any of those things what reason is there to talk to people?