where my dogs at? bark wit me now ( Read more... )

got out early today. it's gorgeous. i want to sit outside and absorb some of the lovely. unfortunately, my attention span is just too short. i know i can't trust myself to not talk to the ducks. so, it's sitting by the window for me, listening to the little kiddies at recess across the street. who was the dummy that thought it was a good idea to ( Read more... )

i tried to pack my sweaters, but the box is too small, and i am too weak to force the top together for taping ( Read more... )

the running noses around school have proven quicker than i. despite lots of handwashing and hot tea, i've been tagged by the circulating cold. it has to happen at least once a year. fortunately this time is not in the middle of finals, as my colds so often like to disrupt them. my sniffles in addition to this miserable weather make me extra ( Read more... )

i think there is something living in my wall. not like a rat, or even mouse. i think it is some sort of giant sadistic fantasy creature that likes to bang on pipes when it gets bored. i'm thinking purple, with orange spots, and curly dredlocks. i can't be entirely sure. i'm just not buying the whole air from the heating system story anymore. that ( Read more... )

today was a ridiculously good day.

it's funny how comforting it was just to go to my own movie theater. today seems like a bunch of silly things to find reassurance in, but it was good for me.

but that is what is important though. the silly things.

i think you're silly.

i don't know, but i am grateful.

"i can't take my mind off of you"

i want my grades. i could elaborate with a lot of very angry comments about the administration and course organizers, but i will just leave it at. I WANT MY FREAKING GRADES ( Read more... )

my boots smell like rubber, cow manure, and baby powder. i might like it ( Read more... )

as i sit here with my self-loathing, whitney houston is in the background telling me about learning to love myself. and i want to throw my stereo out the window. if i were still 8, this song would find me rollerskating around the pool table. i would be twirling my baton in my cute red costume, shaking my cute little tushy, and singing along at the ( Read more... )

i had a big bob barkeresque post typed out. but i'll keep it shorter ( Read more... )