a la mode Facebook
shiny (folding mens et manus)
A G is:
tired.
n't in love--she's merely insane.
impatient.
visiting boston after graduation, but still needs to buy tickets.
on page 108 of _The Masterharper of Pern_.
a bit concerned about her midterm tomorrow.
listening to "the Harp of Brandiswhiere" on repeat.
thinking of eating breakfast.
inflating a green chair with air from her lungs.
occasionally practicing viola.
goin
g over her resume with the career center.
trying to consolidote her two facebook accounts into one.
mostly okay with the fact that she isn't going to graduate from that other school.
apparently somewhat ocd, but not surehow that label translates into "disorganized".
a fan of poetry, and the Eugene Poetry Slam Team.
possibly overscheduling herself with fun things like dancing and concerts.
going to graduate this June, damnit.
looking for a job, but could be looking harder.
hearing the theme from laputa in her head.
not nearly so awesome as she'd like to be.
learning to curse like a rabbit.
noticing it's been a month since she decided to go to gerlinger rather than mope.
considering skipping both tango and west coast swing, to study math (and read about Robinton).
mourning the nearly (on the 11th) four year old loss of her viola teacher, by practicing.
crampy and gross, but is adoring the mollifications of modern medicine.
eating way too much lately. How can one person eat so much??
reorganizing her room, in an effort to find missing things, like cards.
frustrated. Will she ever measure up to her own standards? Or even to her friends' accomplishments?
getting nowhere with practicing viola and piano. nor origami and calligraphy, though at least those have tangible outputs.
still unemployed.
thinking of returning overdue books on dances and athanasius.
inadequate.
A G is:
tired.
n't in love--she's merely insane.
impatient.
visiting boston after graduation, but still needs to buy tickets.
on page 108 of _The Masterharper of Pern_.
a bit concerned about her midterm tomorrow.
listening to "the Harp of Brandiswhiere" on repeat.
thinking of eating breakfast.
inflating a green chair with air from her lungs.
occasionally practicing viola.
goin
g over her resume with the career center.
trying to consolidote her two facebook accounts into one.
mostly okay with the fact that she isn't going to graduate from that other school.
apparently somewhat ocd, but not surehow that label translates into "disorganized".
a fan of poetry, and the Eugene Poetry Slam Team.
possibly overscheduling herself with fun things like dancing and concerts.
going to graduate this June, damnit.
looking for a job, but could be looking harder.
hearing the theme from laputa in her head.
not nearly so awesome as she'd like to be.
learning to curse like a rabbit.
noticing it's been a month since she decided to go to gerlinger rather than mope.
considering skipping both tango and west coast swing, to study math (and read about Robinton).
mourning the nearly (on the 11th) four year old loss of her viola teacher, by practicing.
crampy and gross, but is adoring the mollifications of modern medicine.
eating way too much lately. How can one person eat so much??
reorganizing her room, in an effort to find missing things, like cards.
frustrated. Will she ever measure up to her own standards? Or even to her friends' accomplishments?
getting nowhere with practicing viola and piano. nor origami and calligraphy, though at least those have tangible outputs.
still unemployed.
thinking of returning overdue books on dances and athanasius.
inadequate.