damn i'm a crafty bitch. robin, jen, and jonnie: i have presents for you.

hm maybe i can update this shit before i have to go run to catch the 41, yo ( Read more... )

i wrote a two page seminar paper in thirty minutes. not bad, kids. i'm getting better.

my hands are cold, this computer lab sucks.

yay dorm parties, i'm drunk! thanks S.K!

sick.

stupid freshman making me get up so early to make their id's. tomorrow is going to suck.

Ah, it's all over. It seems so surreal. The whole festival did actually.
Watching Bangs last show made me really sad and hugging Sarah goodbye was even sadder.
I can't find the cord to my digital camera, so pictures later.
I'm so tired.

why is my composed of so many moments of me left alone muttering "fuck" to myself? ugh. i need a drink and it's only 3.

alex is coming tomorrow, 5 am? what the hell was mom thinking.

shit fuck.

OH SHIT I FORGOT!

I MAY POSSIBLY BE IN PORTLAND THIS WEEKEND

THIS MESSAGE GOES OUT TO MR. BAXTER
CALL ME! (360)556-9263, I WANT TO GET COFFEE WITH YOU!