I somehow forgot about LJ for many months. I definitely could have used it will all the bullshit last summer and stuff. But these were my favorite part, so that's where I'll pick up
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Chris, Liz Rubin, Rachelle Monteiro and "Stephanie Bloomberg," my old music theory study buddy's high school tennis partner (completely fictional) moved into my suite at school. yayayayayaayayayayyy.
Goddamn Dylan Scott wouldn't come back to the futon, even though that's where he was sitting last night when they kicked ass, and Cleveland got fucking 7 runs in the top of the 11th, and Dylan still wouldn't fucking move!!!! Goddamn.
I told it it was the worst printer in the world. Then it worked so hard to print a blurry, purple page. I listened to it working and realized that it's trying its hardest. I felt soooo bad
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