Well.

I feel like a right git, I do.

Right. Ok. Well.

Here's the thing, guys.
I know I said that I was going to post all my Super Secret Stuff on ( Read more... )

I've decided to make this journal friends only. Yeah. I know, whatever Natalie, you haven't even written in here since abajillion years, but I really need a place where I can dish on all my college experiences without any of my floormates/friends actually reading it.

Because there is oh so much I want to say, but it's really only meant for the eyes ( Read more... )

I am this close to doing it right now, but I am such a feeble, woeful coward ( Read more... )

I'm totally talking to Navneet right now, and is like, totally in India. We are so cool.

In other news, got hit on tonight by some high school kid with bad hair during Connie's performance. Was not amused. Might have been more receptive if I hadn't felt like crap.

Since I am still feeling like crap, I will withold from my obligatory and oh-so- ( Read more... )

In other, real life, news: "graduation party" is going down right now. Need to eat something or else the alcohol is going to kill me. Am unimpressed with wine coolers; they just taste like soda. I still love white wine though. And for the record, I really did try to wait till Christina got here, but she was llaaate.

Right. Rambling.

Got new car. ( Read more... )

Alas, for I have tried and tried and tried to get all 490857893 pictures on here, but it's just so much work, and I'm getting far too frustrated.

I hate my digital camera. Boo.

Summer has been interesting so far. I got a job. I saw Vickie a lot. I've done* a lot of nothing. Spent 1/4 of my graduation money on make-up. Went to the beach. Saw ( Read more... )

Am at the point where I dun wanna graduate because everyone is gonna leaaave and then I'll never see them agaiiin and everyone at Berkeley is gonna be sooo meeeaaan and my life will be awwwful.

And then I watch my peers for about five minutes and change my mind.

I still haven't cried yet.

I got close at the French Party.

Closest I've been, yet.

I ( Read more... )

Ok, my depression is gone.

I am such a git for writing about it on the last freaking day instead of when I was first miserable last Monday. Because I'm already better, and now I just look silly for having whined on and on in such an incredibly unfashionable emo manner.

Anywho, I couldn't really say what got better but it was helped by:

1. Mrs. Hahn ( Read more... )

I want to complain about how miserable I am, and how I am miserable for no reason, and how nothing's wrong, but nothing's right, and no one did anything or said anything or didn't do or say something when they ought to have, and just everyday I think I'll snap out of it and things will go back to normal, but everyday it's just worse, and I forced ( Read more... )

So, I didn't die.

But, I nearly did.

You shouldn't be worried about my having missed the West Wing season finale because Donna didn't die, and if she didn't die in the finale then she's certainly not going to die in the season premiere. So there. And the only other crap they did was Jed remembering his past with Fitz, which was the same fucking ( Read more... )