i talk to myself. i can't remember when i started doing it, but i think it was sometime this year. like, when i'm alone in the hallway or in my room and i'm thinking about something that i'm stressing about, i'll just say it out loud. except i'll only say part of what i'm thinking, so it probably doesn't make sense.

it's weird, and i think too

um, road trip to washington, anyone?

the drop deadline has passed. i dropped community health psychology like it was hot. i am not changing my humbio area of concentration. and i still love chem33. so there.

how do i always manage to livejournal while intoxicated? i came back from frosoco last night and the first thing i did was come down to the computer cluster. man, what the hell?

i am a boring writer.
i am also tired.

happy 4/20, homies.

so i was having crazy chile nostalgia feelings a few days ago, and then my host family emailed me, only increasing these feelings. and now someone upstairs is playing that damn song by james blunt.

is it weird that chemistry class cheers me up? this can't last for long.

dry week began yesterday, and everytime i knock over one of the three bottles of liquor under my desk, i'm just going to ignore it. no more drinking beers while studying or watching lost. no more making myself long island iced teas in the middle of the afternoon. i'm kicking the habit, my friends.

at least for the week.

it might be time to give up drinking. ow, my tummy.