I'm home; I've been home since monday. I'm so glad to be home; I missed my mother desperately. I missed my friends desperately, but because of that damned TWU strike I was left stranded ( Read more... )

The quickest way to a man's heart really is through his stomach, because then you don't have to chop through that pesky rib cage ( Read more... )

There is nothing like making music, omfg. I'm so glad I joined african drumming -- well, half glad, half not glad. Turns out I'm performing with some others tomorrow for some Kwanza celebration with a beat I learned today. Fail. And I'm the only one playing the beat on top, which would be a compliment save for when I get tired (it's a long piece), ( Read more... )

This break has been pretty great, back and forth. It's been too short, way too short. I can't quite understand what's going on with me, though. I feel numb, I feel disgusting, I feel self-conscious. Life is full of retarded ironies ( Read more... )

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I was really going to try to pay attention this class, to see if he would say some sort of detail that I managed to forget in passing, but I absolutely can't. It's only fucking been a half hour, and I feel ready to leave. I feel like class has gone by for so much longer, it's ridiculous. There's that fucking passage of time messing with my head ( Read more... )