Biscotti, Bob Dylan, Sunshine, Good friends...does life get any better?

My feet are soaking from the walk across campus and I already know that I am getting sick. Because my head is throbbing, I cannot stay awake and every thing from my throat down to my toes ache. I am so tempted to find one of my favorite quiet spots and fall asleep. I think I'm going to go to "my place of refuge ( Read more... )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROSE!

I know I'm a day late, I'm sorry! But I hope you have an extended Happy Birthday.

Forced myself to sit for five minutes and came out with a odd number paged paper. No not all of it in five minutes, but the idea came and from that others flowed and before I even knew what hit me, lo and behold the paper is staring me in the face. It's not that I don't love writing, I do! It's just that being such a beautiful day as this I would ( Read more... )

So I unknowingly hit on this guy. Jackie should have been walking next to me but got delayed and so was behind me and I lean over without first checking to make sure she's there and say really stupidly, "Hey do you want to go with me to the math lab?" Only to find that jackie had some how become male and with facial hair. SO rather then retract ( Read more... )

YOUR SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL ( Read more... )

there is something about sunday that feels different from any other day of the week. for some strange reason today, i feel like running. I haven't wanted to run anywhere for a long time. But I want a carefree run that entitles play, not the kind where a) you're running for your life or b) you are running because of a almost missed appointment. I ( Read more... )

my feet are bruised from wearing flip flops. that is ridiculous. I need to start faithfully taking my iron. I'm always put off by them because I don't want to overdose but not having enough iron can be just as bad and besides I don't want to hurt when I walk because the top of the flip flops touch my feet ( Read more... )

Too much shock for one day. All I can say is any one who is dumb enough to rip their face with a cheese grinder or smash their face with a light bulb, please don't publicize it so that it makes it into the news where a psych. professor will see it on some random friday night, tape it and force his class to watch it. Pondering the sheer madness of ( Read more... )

and so it begins..the early mornings, the sleepless nights, late hours spent staring in front of notes and books, deadlines, term papers, finals... bring it on.

at the rate I'm going I'll be Ms. Sofie in no time...