People confuse me like none other. Why pretend if all it gets you is attention from someone you don't like? So when I say, "tell me the truth so that I can know whether to move on or stick around," that's your cue to save your lies for later. But no one ever does. Lame ( Read more... )

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In the past two weeks, I have been locked in a room with five other people and accused of theft, slept too little, learned a lot, gotten hit on by a middle-aged personal injury lawyer, and become friends with some of the most amazing people I've ever met. So now I'm home for a week to sleep, decompress, give blood, and see Children of Eden and ( Read more... )

The past few days have been more challenging, exhausting, entertaining, and exciting than I could possibly have anticipated. I've been laughing more and working harder than I have all year, and sleeping not at all. Insecurities are surfacing, as I expected, but I'm trying to overcome them, and overall I think I'm doing pretty well ( Read more... )

So here I am, sitting in a dorm room at UCLA, sipping a Doubleshot and feeling all collegy, especially because of the stack of articles I have to read and underline tonight. My roommate, Alex (girl Alex, not boy Alex), seems really cool and funny and nice, so I really kind of lucked out on that one. And I'm in top lab, which is like the elite ( Read more... )

Looks like there's gonna have to be a confrontation. Idon'twanttoIdon'twanttoIdonot. But at the point where it's causing me to look up questionable material on Wikipedia, it just has to be dealt with. Although, in my defense, I wouldn't have done it if it hadn't been a direct link from the page on "La Vie Boheme B." Still, that whole affair is only ( Read more... )

No finals for me tomorrow! Which means more time to sleep in/play on the internet!...I mean, more time to do the two enormous assignments I have to do for history and study for finals. THAT is what I'm gonna do tomorrow and tonight. Work. Work work work work work ( Read more... )

It's been one of those times when there's not much to write, because it's either too personal or too boring. Or both. Which is why I usually resort to cryptic posts, but that pisses people off so I won't do that. So this is just to say, there isn't much to write ( Read more... )

Waiting is a terrible thing to be doing. It's like the worst possible combination of boredom and frustration and vulnerability. I'm so tired of holding dates and times in my head, when I find what out, when who's coming home, when I'll get the hell out of this place for good. But even worse is when there is no date, and no event to be sure of, only ( Read more... )

I leave for Chicago tomorrow, which means this is gonna be another late night. Early morning, really. What an awful way to end an awful, awful week. And I have so much left to do when I get home. But Abby gets back in twelve days! Also, Pops was boring so I left after traveling choir did their thing. It was a pretty big mistake for OC to cut me ( Read more... )