It's true. Both are definitely too old to be so frisky, but they persist in gamboling about the house with their frivolous fancies. Micia especially craves attention, but Mom does her share: it's like they're both aware that this is the only life they're going to get, and they're trying very hard to be as ridiculous as possible, now that they've ( Read more... )

In it I discovered a dark peachfuzz on my entire torso and my arms...I looked like the Wolfman, but the fur was really really fine and soft. And it concentrated in one area of the body, over by my left lung. I told someone about it in the dream, but they said it was totally normal and it was probably because I shaved a tiny bit of fuzz around my ( Read more... )

I'm going through Greek Recruitment. I know, it's absolutely not me at all. But I figured as I'm a commuter now (one of the worst ideas I've ever had, let me tell you) I should force myself to stay on campus as much as possible. I mean , I can't work unless I'm under a certain amount of stress. But when I'm at home my body is wired to be relaxed, ( Read more... )

Just been feeling pensive lately. A little bit strange--I've started making friends. Like, actively so. But I'm a little worried that I'm too social. Like, I hang out with a new friend, and I just DO IT ALL THE TIME. I worry that this is too much, that I'm overshooting the demands of society and my friends' patience. I don't know how to act. I just ( Read more... )

The title is reference to my batshit art history prof. She pronounces everything wrong, which is kind of a travesty because she teaches the damn subject and should know how to pronounce things, at least semi-correctly ( Read more... )

Concert happened. At 8pm friday ( Read more... )

An assertion which has nothing to do with what I feel like typing about ( Read more... )

He is, though. Someone pin that man down so I can take him. I don't care if he's married or taken. I will steal him away and we will say witty things to each other in a plane. It doesn't even have to be going anywhere, it can just sit in the hangar.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT? He's actually a smidge more sexy in drag. Good god, I'm sexually confused.

I do. I swear. I'm in the middle of a dead boring Art History class, which is only dead boring because Damschroder is doing it. By Damschroder, I mean Cindy B. Damschroder, who I'm sure is in the tippy top of her field, but WASTES SUCH TIME talking about her weekend, what she likes to eat for breakfast, and various other verbal flotsam. I swear, if ( Read more... )

(And these are all things I have done ( Read more... )