So the fucked up-ness of my life has gone down slightly, which is why I'm here again. After what, a year? Wow. I'm not actually sure if this thing if worth keeping around. I don't think very many of the people I know still go on livejournal/have a livejournal/know livejournal exists. And also, I don't think my life is interesting enough to blog ( Read more... )

Here is what I've learned this week ( Read more... )

One exam down, only three more to go. It went better than I'd thought it would... well, except for the part where I almost missed. I swear, I checked four times and it was the Dalplex. But when I got to the Dalplex, oh look. The doors wouldn't open. Turns out it was in the McCain and I had to run all the way there. I was a couple of minutes late, ( Read more... )

I'm not freaking about this exam. I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

... Why am I so stressed about this??

I'm done with the bullshit, and it feels... good. Most people who know me know how painfully shy I can be, and I think I was latching on to certain people instead of overcoming it. But I don't have the energy for it, and I'm done. I've been doing my own thing for the past couple of days and it feels good. Better. Like I'm grown up, or something. ( Read more... )

I need to cut down my laptop time. I'm going blind. That's probably not the main cause of it, but I'm pretty sure it isn't helping anything. I should really book an appointment with my opthalmologist, except I'd hate to go out and spend a couple hundred bucks on a pair of glasses that I just barely need. Really, I can see... mostly ( Read more... )

I'm not procrastinating. Really. I'm not.

Go Musicworld, and giving 10% off with tax free. I got London Calling and The Best of the Velvet Underground for fifteen bucks. It was definitely the highlight of my week. In the past four days, I've managed to sprain my foot, get stung by a wasp (yes, in November), cut my hand, hurt my opposite ankle and smash my head multiple times. What can I ( Read more... )

I feel stoned or hungover or something. Anyway, I just woke up and I have American Lit in half an hour. I can hardly contain my excitement. Any long lost relatives feel like showing up in town, now would be the time to do it ( Read more... )

So I came home from London to discover that apparently I don't go to Dal anymore. It's been like a fucking epic battle with them, and it's starting to drive me crazy. First they told me I was on academic dismissal, which fine, yes, I got that. At the end of last winter, my gpa was sickly low. But then I took my summer course, and that boosted it ( Read more... )