I got a computer. It worked for two days, and then it died. Sometimes life is severely disappointing.

I sent my BU application. I'm nervous. Although, with my most recent SAT scores I have have a pretty good chance of getting in. Still, though, it's a fretful time.

Also, I miss Ellie. A lot.

I've finally completed almost all of my applications, except for a few minor details, but now I'm stalling before I actually submit them. I'm afraid that I'll click the "SUBMIT" button and then I'll realize that everything's wrong, my essays and short answers suck, and I forgot to send them the required materials. Luckily my first two deadlines ( Read more... )

I ALMOST enjoyed doing my MWDS last night. Is that weird?

This morning it smelled like snow, and I got really excited, but then I remembered that it's only November and we live in Charlotte.

I think I'm addicted to cold medicine. Is that bad/possible?

There are painters speaking rapid incomprehensible Spanish in my bedroom, and I don't know what to do about it. (Although their Spanish might only be incomprehensible to me because I don't speak Spanish at all.)

I got all of my hair cut off. Well, really I got 13+ inches cut off, but that's almost all. I think it looks quite cute. It feels really weird, though. But this way I'll save a lot of money on shampoo. And my hair won't strangle me in my sleep anymor,  That was a bit of a problem ( Read more... )

Somehow the past two days have entirely escaped me. Last time I checked, it was the 18th, and I don't remember there being two days between then and now. That's how I know it's time to go back to school, when I'm lulled into such a haze of doing-nothing-ness that I can't remember how many days have passed ( Read more... )

Anyone want to help me clean out my entire bedroom? It will be fun, I promise. (Except I'm lying.) I'm moving into Ben's room, because it's about twice the size of mine and he never comes home anyway. But first I have to go through all my shit and throw everything away. It's a rather daunting task. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow, but most likely I won

Sometimes I wish I were a really kickass black man. Is that wierd?

The Hokey-Pokey: what if that really is what it's all about?