Okay, you people who live places where it's always hot? How do you survive? Summer is a miserable condition. It's been 90ish every day, so I've been hibernating inside. This morning, around 9:30, I finally went out just to buy groceries and put gas in my car. Sweating. Dying. Hot. Miserable. Disgusting ( Read more... )

Ew. Went out for all of twenty minutes, which was enough to make me hate this place all over again.

I love the smell of artifically cooled air. I'm quite abnormal.

I'm sick of summer.

NewsRadio DVDs are, hands down, the greatest things ever. I've been watching commentary for a good four hours straight. You all need to own them. These are the kind of commentaries I'll be re-watching, memorizing and quoting at random ( Read more... )

Ahhh!

Pete & Pete is coming out on DVD on Tuesday too! How did I not know this?

My childhood is flashing before my eyes. Because, yes, my childhood revolved around television.

A real update is coming later tonight, with pictures, possibly video, memes and such.

I. Am. So. Fucked.

Here I thought I was all finished with worrying about things.

Fucking! Evil! Piece! Of! Crap! Internet!

Stops every two seconds. Ate my LJ entry last night. Making me crazy. And both of my parents are useless to have it fixed, because they're being themselves.

I feel so disconnected from the world without my pretty, pretty internet. Let me stay!

Grump.

With less than three weeks until I go home for the summer, I realized today that I don't know the neighborhood around campus. At all. I mean, I know streets and everything, but I know nothing about stores or restaurants or anything. I never hang out there. Hazards of living downtown. I really need to broaden my horizons ( Read more... )

The Breakfast Club and St. Elmo's Fire were both released in 1985. Am I the only who's baffled by that? One is about high school kids and one is about college grads, and yet... same Brat Packers. The mind boggles ( Read more... )

Program Board Presents ( Read more... )

I love express trains that skip the entirety of New Jersey.

It's 70 degrees at night and I'm officially weirded out.

I have three weeks left of classes and my dad thinks I'm not serious about ending up with shitty grades.

Memo: My bedroom does not become a storage area just because I'm not living in it.