earthquakes, floods, hurricaines, tsunamis... i'm started to think the end really IS nigh.

p.s. jim james i am looking forward to yr beard. oooer. don't disappoint.

to do:
-dye hair
-common app
-read slaughterhouse 5 (among other things)
-earn some money
-convince my darling sister to buy me an early bday present
-learn to stop worrying and love the bomb
<3

i have a very important confession to make (via lj, naturally). it's been weighing on me for weeks. deep breaths...

i really, really, really want to see fever pitch.

phew. that feels better.

(it's a romantic comedy!!! who can refuse?? although i don't know why hollywood feels the need to like, constantly americanize nick hornby, but WHATEVER)

easter was kickarse. traipsing around in the rain avec ma soeur and tagging along for all of her swaterly duties. she is one busy girl. and my god, someone remind me to bring an effing umbrella to college. holy poop.

what a swell night for the arts in lancaster county. and also for hummus. not to mention vintage clothes. and spelling your "yr".

ok so that wasn't actually part of the exhibition, but it is now, bitches!

over and out.