More catching up ( Read more... )

If you were going to make a choice on how to spend your Monday, would it be ( Read more... )

What to say now? things are not going well. That's probably an understatement. It looks like I'm failing all my classes, the dean that I'm terrified of is after me, and I think I'm going crazy. Um, that pretty much sums it up ( Read more... )

What is wrong with me? I have no idea if this is medication related, or hormones or just me and if there's anything that sets it off or if there is anything I can do about it, I feel uncomfortable most of the time I'm used to it, but I'm not used to not being able to be around people. It's okay if it's Connor or Sierra, or maybe a few others, but ( Read more... )

I'm still working on Environmental History stuff. I still have much stuff to write, and anticipate little sleep, growing panic, and conning Connor (conning connor! okay, I'll shut up now...) into going to the library for me. But, still haven't killed myself. Go team me! (One week from now I will change back into to my normal, bitter, bitchy, ( Read more... )

Traveling always makes me alternately happy and melancholy. Something about not being able to define yourself by your surroundings or your friends makes it hard to remember who you are. And something about melancholy makes me remember that I prefer this state of things to the apathy of last year, but the vague panic at vague losing of my identity ( Read more... )

So last night I was up for quite a few hours with nearly crippling abdominal pain (I refuse to call them cramps- I've had cramps, these were mutated, evil, spawn of cramps perhaps) which led to the following lovely dreams:

your roommate is evil, hates you, and wants you dead First, some subplot that was very intricate and plotty that I don't ( Read more... )

L1 and I were idly thinking about going to a dyke bar, then idly thinking about taking Connor with us, and then finally arrived at planning how to dress him up as a tranny dyke and then all of us going to pick up chicks. Sadly, this plan did not come to fruition. I have this feeling that when L1 and I are together we get 10 times queerer than we ( Read more... )

So again with the eating problem. I swear, I have an eating disorder called "lazy as f*ck." This is a problem. It is extraordinary how little I can manage to eat in one day and still function. Obviously, this is something that will catch up to me in a bad, bad way if I don't fix it soon. I keep feeling like this has to be a lingering effect of my ( Read more... )

Crazy sorts of dreams. Paddling down the river in an inner tube getting watched by stuffed tigers. Trying to get back to wherever I'm staying. Something with my aunts and cousins. (Nessa had gotten a tattoo of song lyrics) Finding several Virgin Mary necklaces/ tiny statues in the armoury. Anya had lost hers and I was trying to find it) Running ( Read more... )