Latter Days. Sniff, sniff.

Remember when Jell-O was innocent?

I want to go to Madrid.

There are going to be riots this weekend. I am wicked excited.
My dear Boston, you treat me so well.

After many trials and much tribulation, I finally have cable in my room, and just in the nick of time, it seems! My Super Sweet Sixteen? Hello, gold mine!
The show slays me:
"Daddy, I don't want the Mercedes! I want a Range Rover!-father ( Read more... )

Allow me to comment on my present state of aggravation care of the Boston University Physical Plant. For the past five hours (at least), our tireless grounds crew has been working at clearing away the towering snow banks in front of 575, outside my window of a wall. The prospect of clear sidewalks I welcome. The ungodly uproar resulting from ( Read more... )

College is 100% fantastic.
Midnight showings of A Clockwork Orange aren't too shabby, either. Certainly not when we watch the film go up in flames before our very eyes..
Also, I won a Saw t-shirt. I know you're all jealous ( Read more... )

BLIZZARDOFDOOM turned into NIGHTOFHILARITY. Hahahahahaha. There will be pictures.

In Boston and loving it ( Read more... )

Way to go, LiveJournal.

Tomorrow, I return to Boston.
TextTwist, early morning Burger King, quality movie theaters, BURRITOS, and endless hours of homework await.
It's a good thing.

Got bored. Installed PhotoshopCS. Made a new backdrop. Redid the journal.

Grunge.

Or Dolce. You be the judge.

I need to get into ImageReady and make me some icons to match!

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Today was a fantastic day.