( Murphy's Law )

I have a research paper to finish. They say the best research papers of the Writing 50 class get all of these awards, and Scripps-wide prestige. I'm not going to win that award. I've accepted that. I really have ( Read more... )

Laura (talking to her mother): And I'd like to do the dishes for thanksgiving. And also some chores, because I haven't done them in a while, and I want to do it for you.
Me (listening): GAAAK *dies of saintliness*
Laura (turning to me): sorry for talking!
Me: GRAAKJA *dies of consideration*

A short, bitchy post today ( Read more... )

Paul Newman's death has put things into a little perspective. Even with all of his fantastic roles in the past and how wonderful he was, he was always the man on the salad dressing. And now he's gone ( Read more... )

Roomate: A+ (so nice you could punch her in the face ( Read more... )

...of course I read it. It was terrible. And yet, I COULDN'T STOP. It's one of my guilty pleasures, and I squeal over it with my friends. We are all looking forward to the movie. Or, you know, were ( Read more... )

I went to a Scripps meet and greet two days ago: it was at a house that had to be designed by the same person who does all the houses in Ross. It had the blue stone steps, the polished white railings, the same shade of brown, and the exact same landscaping as the Pilchers/Mobleys. Needless to say, I want to be friends with that person. Then again, ( Read more... )

Because I'm feeling nostalgic, and because I'm an idea thief (love you, Jessica!)

What's your favorite memory of us together?

Right, so, the way this works: comment and I ask you a series of five questions. You post these questions on your journal, where people comment, you ask them questions, &tc.

Jessica asked:

1. What is your favorite face to make (describe it)?I like the open-mouth stoned looking face. You can see it in every picture ever taken of me ever. Or the ( Read more... )