Here are the things I'm contemplating, in order of occurrence and intensity ( Read more... )

I have a very grave message for you, dear readers: you are being used. Yes, used. I am using you to distract myself from this immense (seriously, I think it weighs 20 pounds) Shakespeare book. I hope that you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.

I'm going to try to be all fancy, and have Mona show me the html to put in a link.


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So, I can't write long (I know, I know, dry your tears) because I have to go to Shakespeare soon. I suppose I really SHOULD start that 10 page paper that's due in there next week. . . nah. So anyway, today sucks, because I have to work some horrible shifts. I worked from 6-8 this morning, and I'll work from 12-3 as soon as I get out of class, ( Read more... )

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Look at me, all writing three days in a row, I bet you don't even know how to react . . . it's mind boggling! Anyway, I'm at work at this horrendous hour, and as you can tell, my job is so important ( Read more... )

Seems like time's moving a bit slowly today. As in, I laid in bed for 5 extra minutes and thought I'd been there half an hour ( Read more... )

Sometimes I want to curl up into some infintely shrinking ball and vanish for a few hours; go somewhere else, where I can reflect on all I am and all I used to be, and see how different those two things really are ( Read more... )

Okay, well if you know me at all, you've probably alreaady heard how the weekend I anticipated would be good ended in quite an interesting and terrible way ( Read more... )

I aced that damned French test, but I still don't know what the hell I'm doing ( Read more... )

La classe de francais est tres difficile ( Read more... )