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So my teeth might need surgery, my mother might not let me take this internship, my choice transfer school still hasn't gotten back to me about whether or not I got in, and all I want to do at this very moment is sleep. I want to crawl back into bed and sleep until tomorrow comes, sleep until it hurts, sleep until I don't have to worry about ( Read more... )

I saw Riverdance Live at the Auditorium theater this evening. It was absolutely glorious. I mean, I don't know how else to describe it. My mouth was hanging open for pretty much the entire performance, and my hands actually hurt from applauding so much. That NEVER happens. The russian segment blew my freakin mind. Riverdance is now officially the ( Read more... )

Well, I took first place in the Pegasus, our college's poetry competition. So at least that's something. They picked "Kids" though, a piece I wrote early this year, which wouldn't have been my first choice. Don't get me wrong, I love the way it sounds and I really enjoyed writing it. It's just that I don't think of it as my most brilliant artistic ( Read more... )

I've had so many epiphanies this year I can barely even keep track of them all. I've discovered things about myself and my friends, and things about the two genders that are going to really make my life easier down the line. I've leveled off my understanding of what most people consider destiny and I'm fairly sure that I'm ready to take the world ( Read more... )

Seriously, I want to know, why do cops get the right to be such passive agressive assholes? I just got a moving violation (44 in a 30, if you were wondering) and the guy didn't give me a chance to say anything. If he had, I would have made mention of the fact that I hadn't seen a single limit sign except for a 40 mph only moments before getting ( Read more... )

OMG. That was some of the most fun I've have in ages. I got complimented a hundred times over on my performance, and some people didn't even realize I was a person. They seriously thought I was a statue. One lady was passing, and I heard her say "Oh my gosh, is that real?" And the guy she was with responded "No, no way." So I opened my eyes and ( Read more... )

And, like that, I am again unattached. Just another reason to loath Starbuck's.

While I'm home I realize that I really want to see her again, but I really hope I never do. It would destroy my life and probably kill me to know what we had in high school, what I tried to make of it, and thus what I lost. Sometimes it'd be best if love just didn't exist. And I don't think I'm ever going to be finished saying goodbye.

SLOW progress. Like, five days into break and I just started picking up that new juggling pattern. I'll be able to show it off to Andy, yes, but I hardly touched the play, and the paper is going to kill me. Grr.