And I'm in love with them. I'm making the transformation into a dirty hippie, and I'm not quite sure how to stop it. Not that I really want to. Meh.

I need a haircut. It's getting too long again. Ugh.

There's always too much crap to do over vacations. There's never enough time for just plain-old relaxation.

UGHUGHQUADRUPLEUGH.

On a lighter note, I'm ( Read more... )

Of course, having said that I'll be taking a break from Livejournal, something jumps into my lap and I just have to post. I'm such a slave to technology. And superficiality, but that's another story.

Earlier this evening, in the 9/10 dining hall, Ella Gilstrap Fernandez and I sat down to our booth/table and I found the following written in lovely ( Read more... )

You know what I love about Firefox? Aside from the name, that is ( Read more... )

I told her that I wasn't "feeling so hot," so that's supposed to imply a physical illness, I suppose. However, my day off was brought on by a need to slow down and smell those nasty little flowers that look like daisies but smell like shit. I really, really need a mental health day. I've been stressing out a little too much the past few days. Last ( Read more... )

... Isn't just a warm gun. It's also my list of books to read, when I get the chance.

As follows:
Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.
The Second Sex by Simone De Beauvoir
Faust by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Candide by Voltaire
The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
Mythology by Edith Hamilton

And to read again:
Love is a Dog from Hell by Charles ( Read more... )

Chick flick? Check.

Chinese food, straight out of the box? Check.

Sweatpants? Oh, hell yeah!

Valentine's Day was going steadily downhill until I turned in my Marco Polo midterm, but now it's splendiferous, I assure you.

Mmmm... And right now, I smell the chocolate cake cooking in the oven. There's time to feel sorry for myself for being without some ( Read more... )

Point me at the sky and let it fly.

I love brie so much, I can't even begin to describe the wonderful eruption of bliss that comes each time a nice chunk of brie touches my tastebuds. I'm certain that if it were proven that brie contains all vitamins and nutrients etc. necessary to live, there would be nothing else in the world for me. Ever. Brie could be my boyfriend, if it only ( Read more... )

So, the song of the moment that I just can't get out of my head no matter how hard I try? "Bésame Mucho" por Los Beatles. PERFECTO. Not that I really want it to leave, but I need to learn the lyrics to a verse or two, so I can launch into full song and embarrass my friends. Wouldn't THAT be nice ( Read more... )

We make eye contact and I have to look away. I lack the backbone necessary to strike up a conversation. I don't know if this is all wishful thinking on my part, but I know that our eyes meet and I can't help but shiver, just a little bit.

I'm willing to wait for something to happen. You seem like you're worth it.