I'm a lazy drunk and I need a hobby. Period ( Read more... )

Registered for a summer geography class, just to knock off a science requirement. It's only a month, and it's a 100-level class so whatever ( Read more... )

I'm stuck about staying in the honors college. I don't really have graduate school ambitions, and I don't think that writing a thesis is going to necessarily make or break my career path... I've been enjoying my journalism studies so sincerely that I'm starting to think that writing a thesis wouldn't be so bad... but at the same time I'm wanting ( Read more... )

We talked about marriage for the first time last night. I mean, it's not like we're trying to rush into anything, or even really deal with engagement until we're both out of school and are on our feet and we know what we're doing with our lives...but apparently we're both on the same page about wanting to spend the rest of our natural lives ( Read more... )

Matt's flight got canceled, and he had to get a flight that left this morning at 7:30. It was nice for me to have a couple extra days with him, though I felt bad that he was missing on family time. I don't think he really cared, though. Anyway. The work Christmas party was last night, and, while I was having fun, I knew I needed to get back ( Read more... )

Well, done with finals and everything, as of today.

Four days until my birthday, which will be fun, but eight days until Matt leaves for two weeks. I'm sad about that.

Less than two weeks until my birthday! Probably the last birthday that I will ever be excited about, so I'm planning for fun and debauchery. Matt bought us Blazers tickets for the night OF. I think I'll book a room at the Jupiter tomorrow, just to keep up with family continuity/proximity to the Rose Garden and Rotture, where Adam is having a ( Read more... )

Scott died today. Overdose.

I'm still trying to wrap my mind around this.

Been a stressful, weird week at work. MTV was involved, as were multiple long-ass shift. I opened this morning, expecting (hoping) to get off at six. No go. Jamie called in, and we were short-staffed at closing. I stumbled home at seven, miserable and tired. My catatonic and grouchy state combined with Matt's clear misunderstanding of the ( Read more... )

FUCK the last two weeks. So much to deal with, including the absolute worst day of my life. Over talking about it. Hate answering questions about it. I hate it and I hate thinking about it ( Read more... )