So it's raining here again, to the point where the sunken area outside of our dining hall that has picnic tables and stuff basically can probably be used for boating. Yay ( Read more... )

So I'm technically moved in now. I enjoy having this little desk space to myself, with my books in front of me. I enjoy this lovely internet connection, as well. I think what I'm looking forward to the most is getting to the point where I'm comfortable enough that I can just hang out in my room or something and not feel guilty because I should ( Read more... )

Oh my god I leave tomorrow ( Read more... )

Yesterday was Jackie's birthday, and we (Beth, Rachel, and I) left her what was only the best birthday voicemail ever!

I caught a cold from somewhere. I haven't really been taking care of myself, I guess, but I've been trying to get five or six hours of sleep a night this week instead of 4. I've also been spending more time with my family before ( Read more... )

I would totally get Alan Cumming's fragrance, even though it's for guys, if it didn't cost $69.  Here's guessing that they chose that number on purpose.  The least expensive item in the line is still something like $22.  High-end bastards. (He's so cute, I love him, we have to see Threepenny Opera, even if it sucks.)

I can't do this whole writing ( Read more... )

I should be studying for the AP Government test. I really wish I could focus. I just can't go through the frustration and tedium of yet another AP exam ( Read more... )

This entire week is one of deja vu. Even though so many things have been different, I keep getting that feeling. Even my thoughts have been laced with that feeling, the "Haven't I thought this before ( Read more... )

Everything kind of worked out this weekend, even though Sunday sucked ( Read more... )

I just saw somebody with Roger's old Eternal Sunshine icon, and I freaked out because I thought it was him for a few seconds ( Read more... )

Passover was terrible. If I hear one more family member tell me that I can make a good living using my writing skills to draft legal documents or do instruction manuals, somebody is going to die. And I'm really sick of this whole whispering behind my back and screeching in front of my face about why I failed at getting into a good college. I ( Read more... )