i can't handle having an lj and a xanga, so i'm gone outta this piece. i'll still check and pester my friends, but i don't think i can handle posting any more.

stop by and see me sometime.

i get to teach mallory how to drive my car tomorrow . . .

aside from that:
worst mood ever -- i don't know why.

well, i do know why and i hate it.

i think crying would help, but i don't do that kind of thing.

yes, crying and real sleep.

damn straight, missy. DAMN straight.

just BEAU-tiful.

before practice in 5 hours, i have to essentially teach myself all about catagorical syllogisms in lieu of the test in 8 hours.

i also need to prep and pack for waco this weekend . . . did i mention i also have a test in my spanish readings class tomorrow? (i have not even read two of the stories ( Read more... )

i could blow all the money in the world on this. i really could.

so i've always been fairly confident in the sexuality department.

BUT it seems that i have the most insatiable, giddy schoolgirl crush on the future mr. amanda (yes, he will be mine, dammit!).

mr's been coming in to work for his green tea since forever, studying, drawing, looking all ( Read more... )

home. clean. scorched.

what a weekend! and yet i reiterate: i missed crew so much! it's good to be back into it.

did i mention clean?

HOW did i almost forget?

friggin' SLEATER-KINNEY is next week! next tuesday, to be precise. so i will be dead wednesday, but then, i'm never really conscious anyway.

wow, this was kind of a wimpy entry.

so no shit: i'm loving this crew thing.

i mean, i know i missed it, but FUCK!! it's good. delicious even.

and if i have to get up at 5am to do it, y'know i'm fuckin serious.

that said, i'm none too happy about the fact that i woke up at 7:30 this morning and couldn't get back to sleep. or the horrible sunburn covering 40% of my body.

ay, ¡que ( Read more... )

i really wanted to go out tonight but decided i have way too much to do and too much sleep to get (which is obviously why i'm wasting my time writing this post that no one but me will read).

so as a substitute:

don't want to come
on too fast but
can't resist that
sexy ass
so spread
spread for me
i can't
i can't wait to get you home

how ( Read more... )

how obvious is it that i'm experimenting with how to format my subjects?

so i've decided to create a memorial to my geology teacher: a collection of all the hongsheng-isms that so completely won my heart.

not that he has passed on though; it's just that i am likely to never, ever see him again.
( !!HONGSHENG CAO!! )

so . . .
my day's been okay, really.
found a dead body.

yeah, bitches, follow that shit.

wholly shit . . . that is, the last 48 hours or so or maybe less of my life as told by me at 3:19ish AM:

i am somehow an articulate writer at this hour (can you really be an articulate writer?). thank you thesaurus of microsoft word! you make me sound like i know words and stuff!

i never want to hear another fucking word about the mekong river ( Read more... )