Insomnia is a crappy crappy time to write a paper.
Blagh.
I just printed out my paper sketch, and while I was waiting I've been goofing off on myspace. And now I'm playing the clip from Angel on my Shoulder off of SFs myspace thinking, "I could stop working on this paper and practice my Lindy!" (Ah the romantic moments of twirling with a ( Read more... )

So, someone asked me to post this. I'm honestly a little uncomfortable with it. Most poeple I know will skim to the end and then dismiss it as something the "right attitude" heals, which is totally out of line. Also, let's face it, this isn't a medical or academic article. It also seems to skim well over a lot of information, such as the naure ( Read more... )

If there's one thing that boys have taught me ... and there are several ... it's to shoot first. I've been slightly paranoid (like a little brain itch at midnight) for the last couple of days over something that happened this weekend, but I can't seem to draw my social gun and fire off a shot. Which I suppose is a sign of my character or something ( Read more... )

Class in fact kicked my bum which is good and was highly unexpected. I miss having an experienced dance partner, though. Even complex moves are simple with a solid lead ( Read more... )

The jacket is off! Now all I need is for my discussion group to be canceled and I'm off to the zoo ( Read more... )

( depressing post )

( A whole slew of unspelchecked words saying nothing really, although refrencing both zombies and liquor without mentioning a Zombie liquor drink... )

There's something special about sitting in a room full of college students and hearing "I should have spent all that time on kung-fu, instead of wasting it studying." Especially at my school, where even my professors psudo-gravely remind us that to be there you have to be a super nerd. (their words, not mine) There is no campus social life. ( Read more... )

There are some girls kicking it accapella outside this study room. I'm not saying it's making everything better, but it's pretty freaking fabulous.

If at 9PM, a desperate, exhausted girl comes up to order coffee so that she'll stop falling asleep so that she can concentrate on reading archeological revelations concerning early Buddhism so that some day she can drive home, and her ID reports something bizarre, please don't tell her "You're Not Registered" and look at the next person in line. ( Read more... )