Nine minutes ago I stood in my bedroom pacing as the clock struck an ominous Twelve ( Read more... )

I normally don't do these things, but I'm incredibly bored while waiting for my clothes to dry ( Read more... )

Taylor and I were talking about New Year's resolutions this weekend and I just couldn't settle on something. There are simply too many somethings. And here they are. I will...

-Not have my plane crash in the middle of the Atlantic. Taylor didn't get me one of those ridiculous "survive a plane crash!" videos for Christmas, so my plane is not ( Read more... )

I was originally going to write this in my writing journal, a leather-bound volume I habitually keep under the left side of my mattress, but I can't rid myself of the compulsion to share with everyone.

I feel inexplicably good. I feel Alive. My whole body tingles with it ( Read more... )

The first shift of gifts is over and I'm done running around to pick up the mess. Things have been disappointing so far...and in an hour we're going to have a house with 10 people in it. At 3pm, there are going to be 18 people. Guh ( Read more... )

Inspired by Taylor's recent meanderings into the subconscious, I thought I would share with all of you a lovely dream I had the other night (which I only told to him). There is a vague background story consisting of a Marilyn Manson based inside joke and midnight meat picnics, but neither of them are quite so sinister as this. Here it is ( Read more... )

Somehow--and I have no idea how--I managed to finish all of my work on time. So Taylor, Mattia, and I went out for a night of feasting, smoking and carousing at The Mirage hookah bar. We ran in to Jack, Laura, Jen, and Brian at the bar; they all felt sick from it, so we got to finish their pipe off. Sc ( Read more... )

...and I still can't fall asleep yet. Not even the least bit tired.

I finished my agonizingly bad 10 pg-er for Dr. Gessert's class about four hours ago.

I still have to finish my Spanish final draft and start on my last paper for Rome and Hollywood, which is supposed to be on Scipio Africanus ( Read more... )

I think I have officially become addicted to Full Throttle energy drinks; Taylor is my pusher-man. If I stay up past 6:30 another night, I think my brain might spontaneously combust.

So, in it's seemingly right-during-crucial-final-exam-time ritual, my computer has crashed its hard drive. I got out of bed a bit after noon and it was making this funny --nrrrrrrrr!!!-- noise and giving me the Black You Have A Disk Error and You Suck Screen of Death (not to be confused with its more tranquil, blue cousin, the BSoD). Hopefully I ( Read more... )