OH, GOD.

My life is totally a soap opera. Which would be great, except for the part where it's my life, and the part where it actually sucks enough to set me off on a crying jag that lasted all of lunch.

( cut for nattering, s.a., and others )

I'm going to college! Mount Holyoke, here I come! (Barring Smith or Carleton, or maybe Columbia, experiencing sudden concussions, and deciding to admit me.) STILL, HOLYOKE.

I also asked s.a. to the prom. Oh, this was totally not a horrible mistake. He said "perhaps" TWICE. What does that even mean? I welcome ideas. BUT I ASKED.

!!!!

So, in bookish news, I finally checked out the Winter Issue of Rain Taxi my favourite upper-midwestern book review forum. Certainly, it is not the only one. Delightfully enough, there's an interview with Neil Gaiman himself in it, and now I am all a-squee. He talks about Fragile Things, which I have shamefully not read, and porn, and also, writing ( Read more... )

mmm. He's so attractive! soveryvery hot! and smart and funny. it is like he was made to woman's specifications ( Read more... )

Well, that was not a complete disaster! Yaay. Exams are vanquished, brains are fried. I listened to Pat Benatar's "Love is a Battlefield" for ELEVEN HOURS yesterday, while studying Chemistry. More crazy than usual. (ps. hallucinations are more fun to think about than to actually have. In reality, they are gnarly, but also kinda crazymaking.) In ( Read more... )