i leave for rome tomorrow, and nothing has been packed yet.

besides the extra pounds i have accumulated around my waist since i came home, that is.

maybe i can become a luchador

hug hug, kiss kiss, big hug, big kiss, little hug, little kiss, big hug, little kiss, little hug, big kiss big kiss,

me.

today, during the final exam, the lecture TA stumbled in halfway through the test and pulled out a giant handle of tequila, and slammed a shot glass down next to the designated area for completed tests.

i would've taken a celebratory shot, but my performance didn't merit a celebration.

i hate how college makes me feel so inferior. and stupid.

i just surgically gave a rat parkinson's disease.

and it was kind of awesome.

ps: his name was Casper, and he was fat.

you know, i had forgotten how complicated and weird boys were.

the past month was like a big reminder that boys and all things related exist.

man.

i'm about to go do something that i kindasortareally don't want to do, but for a decent reason, a good reason i guess, i'm going to do it ( Read more... )

it's my last night at home. it's been a fun break...going on a giant road trip with my family to florida, spending new year's eve on a train, etcetc ( Read more... )

my computer is dead ( Read more... )

it's my second all-nighter in 3 days. my 4th real one ever. all of them have taken place within the past fucking month or so sophomore year of pre-medical life at amherst college ( Read more... )

ok, so this week is a little bit ridiculous.

i really should be studying for my 3902938 things, but at the same time, i don't even have the desire to try.
i think i'm starting to understand why everybody says that sophomore year is a hard. well, at least pre-med people say that.

i feel violated.

fucking sciences.

i'm really not meant to be pre-med, i think.