THIS JOURNAL IS CLOSED AS OF THIS EVENING ( Read more... )

It's kind of bittersweet, winding down this semester. I'm five days away from being finished with stately oaks, tiger paraphernalia, and purple and gold. I'm through with this city and this campus. No more Middleton scavenger hunts. No more bookstore coffee made by my ex's ex who could actually have been a friend at one point. No more 3 am drives ( Read more... )

If you see me online between now and tomorrow night at 7, fight the urge to talk to me. I have to finish both of my final projects by 4:30 tomorrow, then go to their respective classes and turn them in. To make it yet more difficult, my first class is meeting at Serrano's, a Mexican restaurant right by campus, which has 2 for 1 margaritas on ( Read more... )

Beneath the cut are the three poems going in my final portfolio. I've learned that you bunch of slackers are bad at giving me feedback if I email you the poems; therefore, you can comment on them here :P They aren't due 'til tomorrow, and I'll probably still revise them after that, so please, if you're at all interested, leave me a comment or two ( Read more... )

I might have mentioned to some of you, months and months ago, that Kevin and I were having a conversation wherein he essentially paraphrased Rent without realizing it ( Read more... )

Apparently bitching viciously at livejournal is all it takes to make the universe chill out ( Read more... )

I had a really horrible dream last night, and I'm recounting it here for those who wonder what it's like to dream vividly every night and almost always remember it (short answer: usually cool, occasionally the devil).

( also, this is long )

Brilliant apartment plan scrapped due to poor communication and Kevin not reporting all of his cash tips on his W-2, so that his income looks like much less than it is ( Read more... )

Having issues with the apartment because I assumed Kevin and I felt a similar sense of urgency about getting this settled, and it turns out we didn't. I'm driving down Wednesday morning to look at another place with him, as well as hopefully visit UNO and figure out why exactly webstar thinks I don't exist ( Read more... )

It's very frustrating to have a perfect line of poetry in your head and no poem to go with it. I've been carrying this one line along since about 7 last night, and I've still got nothing to follow it. Hm ( Read more... )