Me and Sara decide we're going to go to the bar together since my plans for friday night got cancelled/confused.  Whatever.  We go, and on the short walk over I decide I'm going to get retarded.  Cause I wanted to.  And because I was dressed up in my new amazing brown dress shoes and tie and not new leather jacket that happens to match the shoes ( Read more... )

Faced with my writing assignment for Fiction 301 I am plagued with the worst case of writer's block ever.

Clearly it will serve my time better to waste it. Isn't that always the way.

So, New York on Friday.....not so much.  I can't decide if I'm zen enough yet to be completely over it this quickly.  In leiu of the City, Olivia and I were off on a ( Read more... )

I just realized that I only have alittle over two months of RAing left.....and since I have no intention of going into res. life after college anymore I have no need for a good reference.  The little I used to do to get by just got chopped in half my friends, in half.

I have a sad obsession with Daniel Vosovic from Project Runway.  If I were to ( Read more... )

Bitter sweet is totally an emotion that people cannot hope to understand until after they leave their teens.  The two emotions some how mysteriously merge when one enters their twenties and actually has enough perspective to not see memories either as one or the other.  Even memories that once caused extreme bitterness are now tinged with a ( Read more... )

Best friday of all existance mind you ( Read more... )

Broken Social Scene......listen to them.  /period/

Does it bother anyone else that canadians seem to be completely taking over american indie rock?  Just wondering.....I personally think it's great.

"I say damn your mood swings, damn your mood swings."  You tell 'em Tegan!!

I will be positively motivated to sign up for conferences in which I ( Read more... )

Thirty seconds....and go

I hate being left out of things.  It's dumb, but I will probably hate it forever.  Try as I might I won't be able to improve upon that.

Wow, I type slowly.  That's all I could get in thirty seconds.

I have a semi-formal to go to tonight and I STILL don't know what to wear.  Why don't I dress like an adult and have ( Read more... )

Livejournal hates me.

I miss Amy.

....and Fiona Apple....that bitch can do whatever the hell she wants.  Mhmm

Craazy last few days.....

I set our scene at the Black Beer Saloon, a bar in Norwalk not far from my friend Jaimee's apartment thus making it the perfect place to crash afterwards.  Amanda, Olivia and I enter the bar and meet up with three crazy punk guys. Punk Boy Number One, who's name I was unable to remember, takes an immediate liking to me as ( Read more... )

I hate Augusten Burroughs.  It is official.  I will still go see Running with Sissors the movie but this fact does not mitigate my hate.

There are very few people that I hate.  I try to keep that emotion out of my repotoire entirely.  However, I am very much not a fan of this man.  I can no longer read his books without feeling the intense desire ( Read more... )