Ha ha, this is cute.  If I had a wall that I could hang things on, I'd definitely put it on my Christmas list.  Actually, I'd put half of the Signals catalog on there.  I'm a horrible Christmas shopper.  I try to look for things my family would want, and I'm always like "Ooh!  I want this and this and this..." and then I've forgotten who I was ( Read more... )

I need to write some papers, so I'm blogging instead.  I don't have any motivation to write my Cultural Studies whitepaper.

I am still deliriously happy.  Also, I have the best roommate ever (the two are related).

I don't have really anything exciting to blog about today because I've been forbidden to write about why I'm so happy (not really--but I ( Read more... )

I'm late posting today and I don't know what to write about.  Rachel and I just talked for about four hours straight and now my brain is fried.

I'm starting to sound like I don't have any other friends.  I do, really.  I guess they just don't make good blogging fodder.  Also, I don't live with them.

Remember how I had horrible asthma all day Monday ( Read more... )

This has been a weird, crazy week.  I am all over the place with my emotions and for once, it's justified.

I turned 21 and had an awesome weekend with my friends.  And after the last couple of days, I feel like I am so much closer to Rachel.  It's crazy; we can talk about almost anything, and we're just so in tune with the way the other person ( Read more... )

Today is my twenty-first birthday.  I'm not interested in drinking or clubbing so it's been a little bit of a letdown, since the only cool thing that came with it was my horizontal driver's license.  But I had fun anyway just goofing around with friends and getting a bunch of silly e-cards.  My parents gave me my gifts when I was home last weekend ( Read more... )

Amy dressed up as Bella today. She accomplished this by wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, and then sticking feathers all over her face and hair.

I will be lolling over this all day.

I came here today to post the end of the peanut butter saga.  For the newbies to my flist, the story is in the last few entries of my 'food' tag, but the short version is that I bought a jar of peanut butter that will not open.  I couldn't open it, my friends couldn't open it, rubber grippers didn't help, and the even the jar opener I gave in and ( Read more... )

Only two people on my flist are going to think this is funny, but...

I just stumbled across an lolcat of myself.


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