....is this thing on...?

I just heard back from my absolute favorite professor about a letter of recommendation for me, she remembered exactly who I was and said she'd be happy to help and that she was thrilled that I'd picked the career choice that I had (being an English/Literature Prof ( Read more... )

( ....go right ahead and waste your time filling this out: )

Everytime I start getting sad and upset thinking about Blair and how much I feel disappointed and enraged and betrayed and let down and I think about how much better I would feel if I could just yell and scream and punch him in his fat fucking self-satisfied face, I find myself looking at Jenn Cakert's (Eric, Hatim and Vanessa's beautiful friend ( Read more... )

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Whelp, I feel self-centered to the point of being a void of a human being, here I am all worked up over my own stupid shit and meanwhile I hardly noticed that World War Fucking III appears to be starting on the other side of the world ( Read more... )

I feel happier than I have in a long time, not perfect, but oh so much better. :)

I went to my first class the other night, took the practice test. If the practice test is actually like the real thing then I feel cheated, because fuck me if it wasn't JUST LIKE the fucking SATs, the same fucking format, the same fucking questions, the same fucking words and equations, THE SAME FUCKING THING ( Read more... )

I've lost 21 lbs since March.

I start my prep course tomorrow night for the GRE's.

I'm having a pool party on Saturday for everyone.

I'm seeing someone (in the romantic sense) who I dig quite a lot.

Go me.

I found out Blair started seeing a girl two days before dumping me ( Read more... )