I inhabit my room well, fill its shelves with teas, books, paintbrushes ( Read more... )

That is all.

... and dying in a hospital bed or something...
I want to go out on an enormous dose of crack cocaine.

... and then I should be cremated.

With whining going somewhat out of style, a growing number of people have livejournals that describe their ongoing battles for survival; of daily triumphs over the mundane; of simply keeping it all together and functioning. They write about errands, anieties, and obligations ( Read more... )

Paper-trail-less, I've rediscovered libraries--it's glorious--and charcoal sketches, which--oh god--all come out so perfectly blemished ( Read more... )

All three of my new music sources are down! Nooo!
(I know that some of you people are upstanding-citizens-now-buying-music-on-iTunes-or-whatever types... but I'm not that kind of girl!)

This is public because I don't care.

Thanks for the reaction sheet, Sid... but livejournal nudge?? I didn't even know those things existed.

Yeah, I've not updated.

... because oh my god, oh my god, the sky is falling...

... er, I'm usually kinda busy.

... and I'm going back to studying now.

I went to see the Rocky Horror Picture Show live for the first time last Saturday... and, um, proved to be a very popular 'virgin.' I believe that there is a direct correlation between popularity and lack of clothing. (to Sid: this is when you call me to find out details ( Read more... )

Cake is playing at MIT's Spring Weekend this year!

I'm in the Vagina Monologues. Right now ( Read more... )