last night?
no, tonight is not my last night in the city by any means. and for that i'm grateful because i still have a final and two essays due on monday. the essays are going to rape me up the ass, for everyone's information. but last night was the last night that i am going to go out with all my graduating sisters for quite some time. anu, jen, erin and audrey will be around next year, i'm sure, but jenny is goin' back to cali (to cali) and i can't even begin to explain how much i'm going to miss that girl. she really has been one of the biggest inspirations for me in the sorority. i remember when i was pledging and i had my meeting with her, she asked questions that none of the other girls asked, she was really making an effort to get to know me. i also remember being somewhat intimidated by her during rush/pledge, and it's kind of amazing that i went from shying away from her to having her joking around and pulling up my dress all night. what good times i've had with those girls. i'm going to miss them like crazy. the sorority just won't be the same.
okay, so i have to write these two essays today. i have to do it, and i'm going to, if it's the last thing that i do. if i can get this done then i can study all day tomorrow for art history and kick that finals ass. oh russian history, so interesting but this final BLOWS. cohen really is only trying to be fair, but it's so difficult. in these essays he's essentially asking us to write all of russia's history regarding one particular matter (the reformability of it, for example) which is extensive and intensive. i really think that i might die. art history on the other hand, should be okay. i just need to review the history of the time periods of the pieces. i really don't remember what was going on during ottonian or hiberno-saxon art. oh but i will, i really will.
so john, whom i haven't talked to in several weeks, called me last night. i was out and so i didn't get the call until this morning. he didn't leave a message and even though i deleted him from my cell, i still recognize the number. so now i'm torn. because he didn't leave a message, so i'm wondering should i call him back? should i see what he wanted? he called at 2 in the morning, but it seems odd to me that he still has my number. i don't know. if i call him back it will be monday, after my finals and classes are over and done with. christ, why does my life have to be complicated like this?
on a much, much happier note, i'm on my way to brittany to pick up my copy of my pic with sarah jessica parker. the girl who lives there that took my pic with her is so incredibly nice, i can't even believe it. she's going out of her way to contact me and to give me one of her pictures. and who said new yorkers were rude?
radio
okay, so i have to write these two essays today. i have to do it, and i'm going to, if it's the last thing that i do. if i can get this done then i can study all day tomorrow for art history and kick that finals ass. oh russian history, so interesting but this final BLOWS. cohen really is only trying to be fair, but it's so difficult. in these essays he's essentially asking us to write all of russia's history regarding one particular matter (the reformability of it, for example) which is extensive and intensive. i really think that i might die. art history on the other hand, should be okay. i just need to review the history of the time periods of the pieces. i really don't remember what was going on during ottonian or hiberno-saxon art. oh but i will, i really will.
so john, whom i haven't talked to in several weeks, called me last night. i was out and so i didn't get the call until this morning. he didn't leave a message and even though i deleted him from my cell, i still recognize the number. so now i'm torn. because he didn't leave a message, so i'm wondering should i call him back? should i see what he wanted? he called at 2 in the morning, but it seems odd to me that he still has my number. i don't know. if i call him back it will be monday, after my finals and classes are over and done with. christ, why does my life have to be complicated like this?
on a much, much happier note, i'm on my way to brittany to pick up my copy of my pic with sarah jessica parker. the girl who lives there that took my pic with her is so incredibly nice, i can't even believe it. she's going out of her way to contact me and to give me one of her pictures. and who said new yorkers were rude?
radio