It's interesting, how we define ourselves, and how that shapes our comfort zones. A few weeks ago, I commented to my best friend that she was pretty - I think perhaps we were discussing a photograph, but it doesn't really matter - and was surprised to be met with a denial. No, I insisted. You're pretty. I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true. It ( Read more... )

"Love turns people into idiots."

"That's why it's love."

"Yeah...it kind of sucks."

I can't believe this is the last time I'll see her for three weeks.

Amy: and you saw that dv15 part 1 is up, right ( Read more... )

Yesterday was a crazy, crazy day, but one of the best I've had for awhile. I can't even begin to go into detail about it all, so I think I shall list ( Read more... )

Tonight I realized that if I were to meet my two best friends for the first time today - without having grown up with them and known them most of my life - I don't even know if I would be friends with them. We're amazingly different people. If I were to meet Hannah, I would probably think she was nice, but a little prudish. If I were to meet Amy, I ( Read more... )

I don't know a single person who doesn't at least like Fiddler on the Roof. My friends Hannah, Amy, and I all love it passionately. We sing along ("And who does Mama teach to mend and tend and fix, preparing me to marry whoever Papa picks? The daughter, the daughter!"); we talk about how cool Tevye's dream scene is, how Fruma Sarah used to freak us ( Read more... )

Me: is there anything in mississippi ( Read more... )

For the record: SATs officially suck.

No, seriously. Getting up at 5:45am on a Saturday ought to be a crime. (I had to get up early so we could get over to Temple U by 8:00, and traffic on Saturdays is always unpredictable. We got there at like 7:45, which is insane.) I was taking the SATs with my lovely musician friend Hannah, though, and I met ( Read more... )

Hahaha...

amybrat249 just IMed me and told me to go to bed. So, ok, Amy. I'm going to bed now.