I can't believe this. With two days to go before I move back onto campus, I have been struck down--in the very sweetest prime of life--by a horrid sinus infection. My nose has gone on strike, citing the long hours, lack of insurance, and little pay or respect. And oxygen has become the most precious natural resource, though obtaining it means ( Read more... )

When you see this, post a poem you like on your LJ.

The Lady's Reward by Dorothy Parker ( Read more... )

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Tired. Am too tired to use proper sentences. Feel grateful for use of capitals ( Read more... )

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I was going to write a detailed journal entry on my morning aggravations, but I decided that would not be the best of ideas since I'm still pretty annoyed. (I hate to say it, but I really wonder about the quality of my classmates in my English class.) Besides, I've got a Biology test in thirty minutes and I still need to get a little studying in ( Read more... )

( Adopted )

Forget human cloning, gay marriage, and all the other top headlines in the news.

Barbie and Ken are splitting up? Say it isn't so!

Borrowed from K_Diddy.
The Multiple Intelligences Test

The Seven Intelligence Areas

Linguistic: 8
Logical-Mathematical: 8
Spatial: 8
Bodily-Kinesthetic: 4
Musical: 6
Interpersonal: 8
Intrapersonal: 7

( What It All Means (or something) )

I think I just murdered my bra.

Edit: Yeah, I'm fairly certain it's dead. There's a pile of fabric, straps, underwire, and padding in the middle of my floor with my pair of magenta scissors in the middle. Quite the scene, if I must say so myself, and I'm feeling slightly vindicated.

*starts to hum the "Cell Block Tango" melody*