Sorry to any friends of mine who might occassionally read this journal and have no LJ account, but I am going to make it Friends-Only. After more than three years of a public journal, I have had my fill of incidents in which it was evident that creepy, undoubtably repulsively unattractive people with an understandable inability to find sexual ( Read more... )

Right. So ( Read more... )

Drama ruins my sex life. Not MY drama, mind you. Other peoples' dumb drama. I want to stab myself. Goddamit. I am so angry.

24 hours and 20 pages stand between me and any/all of the following ( Read more... )

It's kind of nice that the only handicapped students on campus this semester are male...it means that I can use the handicapped stalls in the library bathrooms without being paranoid that I'm going to hear someone's wheelchair enter the room mid-pee and have panicky guilt feelings for the next two minutes while the handicapped individual has to ( Read more... )

Did a pretty craptastic job on Paper #2...well actually I did a pretty decent job on Paper #2 if writing a concise intro and conclusion/communicating coherently and citing appropriately in MY section can be considered not craptastic. I could not get in the mood to edit the incompetency out of the lacrosse player or the foreign national's ( Read more... )

I feel inexplicably not too worried about the 40 some pages I have left to write. Caffeine has a bad habit of making me overconfident ( Read more... )

Good Thing: April 24th is over (class-wise). I gave two mediocre presentations and turned in one kinda sorta miserable 10 page lit. review on a book I skimmed about 5 chapters of and I clearly academically suck but whatever. I've been dreading April 24th for a month and I survived without totally failing and it's over and I no longer have to ( Read more... )

In three weeks, this whole semester will just be a memory.

Why am I so restless and dissatisfied? What am I looking for?

I wish it would stop raining.