while writing papers in spanish, i seem to reach the 1050 word point and decide that i have written more in another language in that paper than most americans will do in their entire life, and that that should be enough for my professor ( Read more... )

so this is going to sound worse than it actually is, but hear me out ( Read more... )

- i think my brain is melting and seeping out of my nose.
- mike met the parents yesterday, and there were no tragic pickax accidents. dare i say... they liked him?
- today all i want to go do is eat and drink my weight in food and wine. and perhaps sleep.

i went plantain shopping today.
only one more art history class and one more spanish class until sweet freedom is mine.

girls who get really dressed up to go sit in a dark theatre for 2 hours make me laugh.

a little concerned: my monthly headache has turned into a daily headache. the pain is almost exclusively in the sinuses in the left side of my face and upwards through both of my eyes. and, oddly enough, aleve hasn't been helping. anyone with chronic headaches have any thoughts (other than resorting to prescription pain killers ( Read more... )

drink life as it comes: straight, no chaser.

even though art history and i have not been getting along lately, i would like to bring the following sculpture to your attention:


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the weather today is perfect for all i had to do.
there's not much better than putting on your boyfriend's sweater and crawling into bed with a (fairly) good book while it's dark and rainy outside. even if that book is in spanish.
happy sunday!

though dreams can be deceiving
like faces are to hearts,
they serve for sweet relieving
when fantasy and reality lie too far appart.

boop. time to stare at the ceiling. night everyone.
here's to hoping tomorrow i'm not a thorn in your side. :)