I just bought my plane tickets to Rome. I read somewhere that if your return flight is from a different place than where you first arrived, the price is a lot lower. So I decided to travel up to Paris and return home from there. Sure enough, the article was correct. It only means I'll have to make it to Paris in six days. H-hah ( Read more... )

Ah, both of my classes were cancelled today. How opportune, what with my first paper due tomorrow. I even got up early today, went to the office, and worked ahead. Hopefully, I can pull all this together.

I've decided to revisit old albums and artists (thanks, Matt), superficially singing their praises.


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Why does PJ Harvey make me feel like a total wuss?

hmmm . . .

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I'm sitting at work, waiting for a class to start, a class in which I won't be called on but instead will stare at a book for 50 minutes. LAME. I just got out of a class in which I didn't say anything and stared at a book for 50 minutes ( Read more... )

If anyone is planning to get rip-roaring drunk, stoned, or do any mood-altering or psychedelic drugs, pleeaaassseee tell me. No, I don't want drugs; I want to record our conversations. Please please please let me get what I want.

So, I bought the new Cat Power album and consequently decided not to do any homework. I'm in love again. It makes me want to cherish the albums I do have. When I'm old, I'd rather have a good music collection that I love dearly rather than a much larger one that I can't thoroughly enjoy ( Read more... )

I think the best thing about alcohol is the opportunity it gives you to utilize state-dependant learning. I mean, come on: this is your moment to learn all those drunken party tricks that will get you friends after college. Think of the things you can learn: balancing brooms, doing the polka, reciting poetry, driving, calculus, raising children ( Read more... )

I feel like I've got less and less to say these days. Let's see if I can prove myself wrong ( Read more... )

I'm lame! seriously, you guys. I'm so freaking lame. I'm gonna go hang myself now.

For Christmas, Santa gave me the flu with a 104 degree fever. Yay! Despite the body aches, my mother's forceful belief in natural remedies, iced compresses at 4 in the morning, and the inability to do anything but lie down and moan, I DID have a good Christmas. I spent the last two days not doing a damn thing, which was great. I spent time with ( Read more... )