Just when I thought I was okay, it turns out I'm not. At all. This is my sad, drunken attempt at holding back tears.

I'm graduating from VU on Sunday. I am beyond ready to be done with school for a while.

Why is it the Undead Journal today? Are we mourning the loss of Bush?

I have never been able to fully grasp how people can just fall off the face of the earth once they get a significant other. I feel like I'm being childish, but it wouldn't be far off to say that this phenomenon is ruining my summer.

After the hardest semester of school so far, I was desperately worried about my grades. Thankfully, I managed all As and one B- ( I hate history). My gpa is an acceptable 3.644.
VU has been a culture shock, to say the least. Hopefully I will be back into the swing of things for next semester.

As of yesterday 6:00 in the evening, the hellhole that is Port Crossing Apartments no longer owns my soul!
I started classes this week, and although I am going to be super busy, I am really excited. I also started training at my waitressing job Wednesday night and am going to be out on my own tonight. I hope this doesn't suck.

This weekend was definitely what I needed after the way I've been feeling the past few weeks. It was filled with beer, rum, the hookah, old friends, new ones, music, dancing, walks, and perfect Chicago weather. It made me feel like myself again to be so happy around people, and made me realize how much some people still care. I had an absolutely ( Read more... )

This summer has absolutely flown by. I feel like I have accomplished nothing, but I am satisfied, nonetheless. I am on my second job since May, have moved into my first apartment, just turned twenty, and will be starting classes at IUN next Monday. My car is broken, and I am as poor as I have ever been, but I am perfectly content. Matt and I are as ( Read more... )

I almost forgot to mention that after a nearly eight month streak of unemployment, I am, again, a working woman! Well, I will be. When I get back to Bloomington after spring break, I will be the girl asking, "Will this be carry-out or delivery?" when you call Mad Mushroom for a pizza at 2 o'clock in the morning ( Read more... )

I am in need of some serious relaxation. I had an in-class essay-midterm on Monday over some cultures that I knew absolutely nothing about. I spent last weekend freaking out about it, while doing internet research on them. In the end, I think I did fairly well. The midterms did not stop there, though. I had a week to write an intense, approximately ( Read more... )