Things are going alright. Got bunches of stuff to do, as I'm sure you all do to ( Read more... )

Well, I made it to Seattle. I spent most of Sunday traveling. I didn't sleep the night before and was slowly getting hungover on the first flight (ahaosshdhdh!!), so Sunday kind of sucked. Saturday was awesome, however, and I'm so glad I saw everyone (I mean, I'm sad I didn't make out with Sandra, but oh well ( Read more... )

fuck you

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Hey, is anyone driving to Atlanta on SATURDAY the 11th? I need a ride to MARTA.

In exchange, I could 1)cover your radio shift this week 2)buy you candy 3)make you a crazy mix-cd 4)entertain you 5) or a combination of the above.

Name your price. Peace.

I realize why I freak out when I have to write a paper, why I postpone the act until the night before (let's be frank: often the morning of). I write papers from start to finish; I don't go in sections; I don't analyze my argument; I think as much as I can, and then write the first sentence (which usually doeasn't occur until I know I have no ( Read more... )

I've got piles of papers that follow me everywhere. Piles at home that I never seem to take care of, piles at work that I swim in, piles in classes. I thought doing less non-school activities would give me focus. Whatever, I'm lame for thinking that. Yesterday I suddenly realized that this week is midterms (at least for all my classes, shit!). ( Read more... )

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hur hur hur
la la la
a little monkey goes like a donkey a little mokey goes like a donkey that means to say that means to say that most sighs goes last leave with it a little monkey goes like a donkey

ya heard, bitches?

( And now for Friday's underappreciated songstress )

Days are fairly boring. While last semester was marked by mad dashes across campus and unpredictable schedules, this semester I find myself in one place all day when I'm not home. I mean, I like Park Hall fine enough, but I spend far too much time under flourescent lighting, locked up in a room. I need something to enliven my day.

( alright, so I forgot to post another songstress yesterday . . . )

So, I have this paper to write, for today.

I'm dumb, I know. What makes things worse: the parts I wrote last night (which I liked, mind you) were not saved by my computer (it is completely the computer's fault). I absolve myself of responsibility.

( another misunderstood songstress )