I'm sick! Boo. It's terrible because it is a beautiful day out, somewhat a rarity in Juneau, and I am inside with my head so stuffed up I can barely walk from point A to point B without feeling like I'll fall over, my nose is raw from blowing it constantly, and I am just thankful that my stupid sore throat is gone. Based on the progression of ( Read more... )

It sounds dramatic, but it isn't. My tragic existence only refers to the simple fact that when guys talk to me at parties, it is usually to ask about my hot friend ( Read more... )

Okay, so, on my birthday, in english, I had class that day at 9, but I had many birthday well wishes already. Morgan made me a super classy card, Anna bought me a pretzel, and Sylvia gave me a little rittersport chocolate, a picture of the group, and a little bunch of flowers. The whole class sang to me (auf deutsch) and when I got into my actual ( Read more... )

Well, folks, I have my chance. I could potentially visit someone I know in Jail ( Read more... )