I'm pretty sure it's due tomorrow, and I need to get it done tonight so someone can look it over so I don't end up sucking at life and having grammar problems all over the place.

Instead I'm in a random computer lab in Marroquin, typing this.

And I basically have nothing to say, except for that I should be doing my lab report.

I want to go home and ( Read more... )

Called Pablo II just now to let him know I'm not going to D'Fog tomorrow. He talked to me for another 20 minutes or so. Made lame jokes. Sounds more like he's 30 and creepy than 20 and normal like he told me. Now he knows my number, dammit. And I'll see him around the U ( Read more... )

Which will, theoretically, combat the sunburn which is seeping outward from my knees (weird) and upward from the underside of my breasts (I was facing the sun while I was tanning topless ( Read more... )

I need to go shower, and lotion myself up so I don't turn red like a lobster and flakey like a biscuit, and then y'all are in for a good solid update.

I should be studying, since god knows I didn't last night ( Read more... )

I've gotten myself so angry, sad, and upset that now I am vomiting all over the place.

I'll be glued to the toilet for the rest of the night, and I am officially screwed on my exam tomorrow.

Remember the part where I said I was here to do well in school, and not boy-induced stress?

Yeah, well, I guess I failed that one, huh?

It’s like…the first time since Julian and I broke up or some equally ridiculously long time. I saw someone’s tag on a Spanish forum “Yoko_Ono” and I had to play “I won’t Be Your Yoko Ono ( Read more... )

Agents Jockell and Corzo have failed miserably at their goal of procuring mozzerella cheese (AKA meterologist...) and cosmo-making supplies ( Read more... )

There. I've admitted that. I've admitted it to him before, when he told me he wanted to be with me too ( Read more... )

That does not make for a very effective distraction ( Read more... )