I just remembered my dream:

Lizzie was coming to visit me and I was like that's awesome, she can probably fit in my bed, but then I realized that Cat was my roomate and I got really happy because Lizzie would have a choice of whose bed to sleep in.

Much love,
Marissa

PS. Camp. Campy camp camp.

Uuuuhhh I'm bored and annoyed ( Read more... )

Wow. This is weird. But I know everything will be OK because my bed is so comfy. Well, for a bottom bunk. Yes. Bunkbeds blow. But there is no way around it without not having any space at all. All my stuff has already taken over my desk and area. One roommate has stuff on her desk, but is organized with it and the other has seriously like nothing. ( Read more... )

I have a problem ( Read more... )

Finally we are in Sweden. Dani used all the time on the internet reading dear abby so I must be quick. I just want to say that despite the multitude of things that have gone awry, this trip is cool. But I'm really excited for the surprise party you guys are throwing me when I get back ( Read more... )

Ignore this if you are not Julia:

Julia, check your email dahling!

Now if you are everyone else:

Hi I love you!

That was the most difficult cleaning out of Marissa's room that has ever happened. I had to employ a technique that I don't usually use, that being throwing everything on the floor before going through it. It was quite a mess. And I inhaled pounds of dust. Yes, it's disgusting. And there was a pile of stuff that I call the "stuff I should not keep ( Read more... )

Wow. Just because I know you are all dying to know how my essay is going, it is going shittily. But at least it's going. This might be the worst thing I've ever written. I even wrote a song about how much I don't want to do this. It's really good (no it's not, but it was fun to write it ( Read more... )

Ok. So I like totally don't want to do my 1979 paper?

I want to sit and eat chocolate or have a hot chocolate party for my friends or not for my friends and make life changing hot chocolate.

And I don't want to see you anymore.

PS. What the fuck are clubs?

I'm wearing my cut off pants and sambas and my blue zip up sweater and my legs are unshaven. If I were at home everyone would be saying I look gay ( Read more... )