Despite my lack of school work today, it's been a very productive day.  Kind of like the ideal way to live.   I woke up at 9:10 at an angry alarm.  Well, I guess the alarm wasn't the angry one, but I for one was not happy.  Last night was torturous.

I was anticipating the busy day today, one where I had two classes, straight to work, then straight ( Read more... )

Today was good.  I will say that as a fact.  It was a good day.  But despite my general approval of the day's events, there are some things that are stinging.  Darn my PMS.

Last night and today have been really good roommate wise.  We actually had a conversation yesterday and we watched Sex and the City together this afternoon.  I think we've ( Read more... )

I didn't think I'd be happy here after break, since so much went awry (BFF not coming here, general angst), but honestly, it felt like coming home.  I really like all my classes, and I feel like people have calmed down a bit.  I like the cold, and wearing cute coats.  And I'm actually excited to get involved.  I have a JOB and I really like being ( Read more... )

11:00am - Alarm goes off, after I grabbed it off my bookshelf in anticipation of alarm.
11:14am - Contemplate showering before leaving for the day.  Decide against it, and continue browsing the internet.
11:48am - Realize that all possibility of a shower is moot, and decide to get dressed.
12:05pm - Go downstairs to find that dad is gone.  I leave him ( Read more... )

A Poem

We slowly, softly, sweetly careen
Back into the land of Philistines. 
Where conversations go unheard.
And people seldom speak a one dollar word.
Shouting "we can't wait, we can't wait."

So today I went to bed around 9pm;  I'm so wiped out from today, and probably a bit from yesterday.   I get out of bed and to go pee, and a thought pops into my head.  I just can't seem to shake it.  Here's a little preface.

There have been some things about USC that I don't like.  One of them would be the weather.  I really miss the COLD.  Although ( Read more... )

I love:

That my parents use the mug I stole from IHOP on a regular basis.
That they don't mind when I drink out of the carton.
That the walls of my room are covered in amazingness - Renoir, Van Gogh, Shakespeare, London, and of course the wall of boys on my closet door.
That Matt Damon's favorite word is c*nt.  Totally making me rethink that word.
That ( Read more... )

I'm having a little angst today.  It's been building over the past week, and surprisingly it has nothing to do with my family, or home.  It's my best friend.  I haven't spoken to her in over 9 days, and I realize now that we're both home from school we're playing catch-up back home, but we used to always find time for each other.  And now I'm ( Read more... )

I really wish this post weren't happening on Christmas, but I have to write.

I'm so angry right now.  Honestly, I'm irate.   Every time I look around my room, or venture into my closet, I get upset.  Because this room is not mine.  Not anymore.  The stuff in my closet is either things from other rooms, or items that used to have a place in mine, but ( Read more... )

This was my week, in an email to Sarah Reid:
I figured since we haven't been talking much lately, since we've both been so busy, that we should reinstate the emails for a little while.  Here's my break so far:

On Tuesday, I looked really cute in the airport.  I wore my booties and grey skinny jeans, and a black shirt layered with a teal tank - it ( Read more... )