selected text messages from reading period, with a focus on food & fashion

went running this am &
saw homeless dude
wearing same coat as
me... i like to think of it as
hobo chic! xoxo

To: Cait
Sent: Jan 7, 11:29 am

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ahaha chest constricting,
can't eat

To: Rachel
Sent: Jan 7, 1:03 pm

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haha 6 packs of ramen
eaten this week, 4 to go

To: Cait
Sent: Jan 9, 12:35 ( Read more... )

haha yes!  paper apparently due tomorrow, not today.

*takes evening off*

UGH i hate writing essays. six pages in four hours-can i do it?

in other news, possible restaurant outing sunday night. & sweeney todd on monday.  i just have to make it through this weekend, first.

DDDD:

new layout finally customized to my satisfaction, i think.  a balance between readable (twelve-point font, like a good academic) and funky (i hear serifs are in again) and between ornate (floral-funereal background) and minimalist (white borderless boxes) has been successfully struck.

and the verb for the previous sentence successfully delayed ( Read more... )

oh man, reading period. am putting off writing papers by dl'ing sweet, sweet music, & obsessively reloading my flist.

\o/

plan for afternoon:
+ shower
+ coffee, food
+ Expos essay
+ page or two of Aeneid essay

+ perhaps gym, depending on items 3 & 4
having exams after break is good in some ways, but utterly fiendish in others. my friend who goes to Brown ( Read more... )

sleepy sleepy & getting headachy, but no self-respecting college student goes to bed this early, even if she has been getting up at five-thirty for crew practice ( Read more... )

in the cafe in the science center, having breakfast: a pecan roll, orange juice & a bottle of water.  i've been up since five-thirty this morning for crew practice, so it practically feels like midday ( Read more... )

the guys diagonally across from us kept shining their laser pointers into our common room. so we tore some hot pink handouts up & stuck the strips to our window in a giant W T F.

good times in college, you guys. good times.

"Among her many marvels," Troy Patterson writes, "Emma Thompson once transformed herself into a fabulous ampersand."

What more could one want?

[i] is so hot here, wah.

(not, admittedly, according to the thermometer, but this house has shit airflow & my mother's decreed the air conditioner off limits until further notice.)

also [ii] pater's cat has inexplicably (& i am sure temporarily) transferred her allegiance to me, or rather to my couch; i assume she's too lazy to go upstairs, or too ( Read more... )