I am such a tramp ( Read more... )

I come back from the gym this morning and walk into my dorm and egads! There's a mystery bedspread on the opposite side of the room. Not only that but it's a conclusively garish bedspread made up of conjoining squares of bright orange, bright cyan, bright pink and bright lime green. This can only mean one thing, and that is that I have a roomate.

School has started again. Boo. I only had one class today(since my Geog class was canceled, so my homies and I went to sweat it off at the IMA. It is a really nice gym once you get the hang of it. Now I have blisters on my heels though, due to the curse of the skinny heel which has haunted my family for generations. Anyway, now I feel quite ( Read more... )

I woke up at 1:30 (???!!!) and spent the whoooooole rest of my day helping Dah Yeon move out of her dorm. May I just say I am so glad I never have to see that room again (let alone smell it)? This is for many reasons, and none of which I can set in words here on this LJ. Dah and I packed and loaded up all her belongings with such sheer power that ( Read more... )

( Rant about my father. Unless you really care, don't read it. )

Since it's my day to recouperate, all I've done so far is sit on the bed in the study, watch random movies, and knit.

My newest project is a lovely Gingham-inspired scarf that's going to take me forever to make.

( Here's what I have so far: )

2 finals down one to go. I've been dealing with a headache, perpetual grogginess (even after 4 fucking shots of espresso(2 double tall lattes)), and a sinus problem all day. That mixed with the nunbing coldness (FUCK you SEATTLE it's MARCH!) sort of makes me want to pass out.

That aside, ( come join me in a magical adventure... )

I'm not quite okay with it. The last time I had such short hair was in second grade, and no one could tell if I was a guy or a girl. In fact, I was asked that question many times. It does wonders to one's self-esteem...

( Check it out! )

And now, for your reading pleasure, the next installment of the "Where-the-hell-is-Sofie?" Choronicles! I know you're about to cry in anticipation ( Read more... )

I'm going to fucking hit myself over the head with some blunt object! I'm still in shock right now, but apparently I slept through my registration slot. I was planning to wake up an hour before just so that I could be ready to demurely click my mouse at 5 mins before 6 and snab my spot out of the seven that were open in art 166. But I fucking ( Read more... )