PLANS

IS

FUCKING

DOWN

alive, awake, alert, sort of enthusiastic.

my dad's still oblivious.  god damn.

however:

I'm going to try to get it out of my system here so I never have to write about it again.

um so i'm kind of dating kathryn now and it is sort of fantastic.  honestly.  the best analogy i can come up with is that the last we has seemed like a really good dream at ( Read more... )

thank god for arpi and amy.

i'm feeling more than a little lost.

someone told me tonight that they were a lot happier than they've ever been, but that they're not necessarily sure if they really are, because a lot of their happiness is based on things that they shouldn't be doing ( Read more... )

fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking fucking con law.

worst i've done at a debate tournament since freshman year of high school. damn. well, at least it can only get better.

In case anyone was keeping score: yes, I still am a tremendous idiot.

incidentally, i feel like since i've gotten back, i've been really kind of argumentative and spacey at the same time. sorry. i have trouble concentrating on things.

this year is going to be fucking strange.

i'm not quite sure where I've gotten into the habit of sabotaging conversations lately? particularly with, y'know, girls.