you, the one part of the real world i wasn't allergic to...
Today my poetry proffessor asked if anybody in the class was a scorpio so I raised my hand, then he said- yeah Sylvia Plath, Marianne Moore, and Elizabeth Bishop were all Scorpios... and they all committed suicide.
I didn't find that very funny, everybody in the class looked at me really weird.
I went to frontier Fiesta at UH on fri it was fun b/c i was with my friends
but it was not fun b/c i had to listen to a gazillion hours of country music
and i think i mest up my ears cuz i was standing next to the huge ass speakers and all ive been hearing is this ringing sound for the past few days.
And i deleted my livejournal the other day- i got tired of it, and of some people to be honest.
but then I realized I could not live without my dear livejournal...even though i hate it sometimes, so i got it back.
I went to see an academic advisor today for the first time ever- i was scared shitless bc i thought they were gonna tell me ive practically fucked up my whole college career. but she was nice, and she told me my psyc GPA is good and thats what matters, not my overall GPA which sucks.
i have been reading Angels in America again. And I do not get tired of saying how incredibly amazing this is. My dream is to see it performed live, that would be the most amazing thing ever.
other than all that life has been pretty uneventful and well, sucky.
I didn't find that very funny, everybody in the class looked at me really weird.
I went to frontier Fiesta at UH on fri it was fun b/c i was with my friends
but it was not fun b/c i had to listen to a gazillion hours of country music
and i think i mest up my ears cuz i was standing next to the huge ass speakers and all ive been hearing is this ringing sound for the past few days.
And i deleted my livejournal the other day- i got tired of it, and of some people to be honest.
but then I realized I could not live without my dear livejournal...even though i hate it sometimes, so i got it back.
I went to see an academic advisor today for the first time ever- i was scared shitless bc i thought they were gonna tell me ive practically fucked up my whole college career. but she was nice, and she told me my psyc GPA is good and thats what matters, not my overall GPA which sucks.
i have been reading Angels in America again. And I do not get tired of saying how incredibly amazing this is. My dream is to see it performed live, that would be the most amazing thing ever.
other than all that life has been pretty uneventful and well, sucky.