I think everyone might need to have a phase where they think that no one will ever understand them as completely as Joni Mitchell does, and I'm smack in the middle of mine. This woman. She knowsAnyway, let me tell y'all that a break will be very welcome. I spent this whole semester being busy and (arguably) fabulous and for the first time I'm ( Read more... )

I was just saying to Jessie that I think this past month has seen me at the happiest I've ever been. I'm satisfied (mostly) with myself, and completely satisfied with my friends, classes, etc. I've been doing a lot of stuff that I think trying to describe would be very difficult, so if I may:

( Some pictures. They are mostly silly group shots. )

When we came back together at the beginning of this year, Jessie told me often that I looked hot. "I know I keep saying that," she said, "but it's just - weight loss! and confidence! And I keep expecting you to put on a hooded sweatshirt and not wash your hair ( Read more... )

Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter. - Carol Bishop HippsSomeday my peers will discover that I am not well-read or articulate or intelligent. I just read The Quote Garden all the time ( Read more... )

So for years people have been telling me I look like the daughter from Roseanne. I had no idea how to take that, and if anything thought it might have been some kind of a backhanded compliment. Being bored, tired, deeply unhappy, stressed, and in pain, I thought I'd turn to YouTube to pass some time, so I looked up clips ( Read more... )

Since I have not much time, I will base this entry around an e-mail I received from my dad this morning.

You do go to class in between concerts, starting a knitting circle, and watching Doctor Who, right?

Class: Indeed, I do, and a lot of it. You know your enthusiasm about feminism is getting bad when you can stop a discussion with it - in a ( Read more... )

The difference between writing when you feel like it and writing when you have to is the difference between an angel on your shoulder and a ton of bricks on your head. I'm late to the party on this one. I realize. But I just "finished" my first story for my creative writing class, and what astounds me is the sheer amount of effort it took to ( Read more... )

I'm pretty fortunate in that I like most of the songs that use my name. Elton John's Amy is seriously funky and awesome, Once In Love With Amy is darn sweet, and even the Pure Prairie League "Amie" is catchy. I think I have found my Ultimate Eponymous Song, though: it is Amy by Ryan Adams. First of all, Ryan Adams. I foresee this being a big thing ( Read more... )

So after last Saturday's castrating shame, which you've probably seen all over the place, Michigan plays Oregon tomorrow. I'm trying to not read too much into this Epic Battle Between Michigan And Oregon, but the significance does not escape me. I hope we can still be friends, Oregon people, even after we beat you ( Read more... )

You know what's a good sign? When you get the textbooks for your class, sit down, and immediately start reading them. After wincing at the price, of course. Admittedly, these textbooks are pretty rocking: The Story of O, The Well of Loneliness, and Lady Chatterley's Lover ( Read more... )