we are hunting for a vehicle! and at this point, it's either a truck or a volvo240, which fills me with insane joy because jesus fucking christ, i miss having a car.

also, i don't think my hair can get any longer.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig.

There's unpacking and napping and OH! bathing.  Almost forgot bathing.

Also hitting up the mall and macking on my lady in the food court.

Annnnnnnnnd visiting my boys.

I'm really tired of saying the same things over and over.
And over and over
and over.
Especially to people who just flat out refuse to hear what I'm saying at all.

List:

1. I slept for less than six hours last night.
1a. partially because I kept freaking out that something was wrong with my alarm clock.
1b. also because I couldn't remember some of the stuff I studied for my psych test.

2. I've been disturbingly calm all day.
2a. except when Mikaela invited me to her studio to drink coffee and talk about human ( Read more... )

Being in Ohio is almost pleasant this time.

And by that, I mean, my friends here are amazing.

Adam shaved off his beard and got a haircut.

Stephen doesn't have a mohawk anymore.

baaaaaaaaah what.

Being lazy. s'cool.

is all.

You know, when I was in highschool, I was kind of a badass.

This is probably because I had almost no friends and really didn't give a shit about anything, but...I look back on those times with an uplifted eyebrow.

Weird how everywhere you go, there you are.

It's prospective weekend, which i managed to compeletly miss until this morning, when there's a bazillion girls and their moms or dads or both wandering around in formalwear.   A bunch of them are sleeping over in rooms on my hall.  Which means it will probably get louder at night.

I'm turning into a real bitch about that.   Something about not ( Read more... )

things are moving and changing and being crazy and stressful and painful but better.

I sang on the quad last night.

Also it's warm here.  Like, it's supposed to be sixty degrees tomorrow.  I love the south.  Except sometimes I don't understand the obsession with fried chicken and beer and banjos.  But maybe that's not just the south.

I feel like I ( Read more... )

my necklace broke at dinner. i fixed it, but jesus if that doesn't feel like some kind of omen.

i need to do math homework, but i don't want to so i'll just keep putting it off.

i need to go apply for a job, but i'm afraid they'll turn me down so i keep putting it off.

i'm on this procrastination kick.  bad news, son.

fuck
this
noise.

Monday/Wednesday: 12pm english, 2:30pm math
Tuesday/Thursday: 11am psychology, 2pm history
Friday: 12pm english

today is macbeth and math.
fuck
that
noise.