I think there are alot of things I could say about september. Between the lice (in michelle's hair not mine, michelle my cousin), and the broken washing machine and the car accident, it's been a handful. I can't truly say it was a bad month. Or even close. I have such a great support system here. I really hope I don't take them all for grant it ( Read more... )

Dear lj,
I'm busy.
Really freaking GOOD LORD, busy.
I'm sorry if I neglect you.
I love art school. It's not a cake walk.
Here I am writting essays on Egyptain Arch-i-torture.
GOOD LORD.
And listening to a mixcd from the boy.
I am home. Finally. And happy.
good Lord.
thank you.
I love you, all.
Becca

i love
being pursued by a gentlemen.

this is so not fair.

i don't deserve this or him.

If my life were a movie it would be shopgirl. For the love of God. It's only getting worse.
Next old man that talks to me, I'm throwing a fit. I swear.

I think maybe I'm ok being at home.

though, I should really get on a normal sleeping schdule.

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