God this journal looks awful in widescreen. Seriously, what was I thinking when I set up this layout?

Oh, um; still alive, still in college. Not for long though! (The college, I mean) Senior Year! again. What is this, the third? Last one!

That Eternal Student tag seems to have been a bit of prophesy.

I am completely convinced that Rhapsody becomes less functional with every update. Before I updated it this morning, once a playlist had been saved it couldn't be altered, which is irritating enough without all the other strange and difficult to describe bugs. Now it's also taken to choosing about 6 songs from said playlist and shuffling though ( Read more... )

I've deciced of a new superstition, all of my own. Feel free to adopt it though. I've decided that wearing brand new underpants on your birthday will bring good luck.

Hopefully it will have that placebo-effect kinda thing going for it.

So it looks like I'm going to have the pleasure of having my wisdom teeth removed. It was years since the top ones came in, so I finally got the bottom ones x-rayed and they're stuck. Sideways in fact. Not that the oral surgery guy can see me for even the consultation until mid september ( Read more... )

It's a litte overwhelming is all. I don't really need to be able to see every single thing everyone I know does, and I certainly don't need to keep track of my own activities. I know I just updated my status, thanks, because I was looking at the screen when I did it. Kinda vital to the process. It suggested I import my Lj too, and instantly I had ( Read more... )

Yepppers. I was a sellout. I'm not ashamed of it. I sold my integrity for icon space. I had to ask for it back though, because no integrity means ads all over the place and one of them was stretching my layout sideways and driving me nuts ( Read more... )

Apparently, me. Moreover, who hits their thumb hard enough to bruise it and doesn't notice? WTF Lisa?

Customising a technically free journal is a pain in the ass. Now I remember why I left it as Utena for so long.

Last year on the day we signed up for dorm rooms I spent the afternoon playing Katamari Damacy and eating chocolate pudding. Anyone else think that sounds like the start of an awesome tradition? Especially seeing as, you know when you have homework for next week that you could be doing but you really don't feel like it? Yeah; that.

I have too much freaking hair. Too to-the-bottom-of-my-freaking-ribcage hair. Thick wavey damnable hair that won't stay in a ponytail because the horrid little rubber bands snap and I lost all my good ties. And people wonder why I don't like the heat. I'm wearing a sweatshirt on my head, that's why, and I'm too vain to do more than trim it.