( camera whore...again )

Eloquence fails me. Damn.

I need to snap out of self-pity mode. I blame the lack of sleep.

Deadline: none. I take it back...whatever happens, happens and that's just the way life goes.

Current Desire?I would like to curl up in a plushy chair tucked away in a small corner of a cozy coffee shop with a decent novel in hand. Mellow (preferably instrumental) music would gradually float through the thick air as I would bury myself in some interesting book...whether it be Social Blunders or Naked Lunch. Oh yes, and I would have hot ( Read more... )

The next conversation with any person over the age of 23 in which they ask me where i want to go to school, what i plan to major in, or what i want to do with my life, i'm going to respond with "actually i'm opting for prostitution."

Result of: time with distant relatives.

Driving on 75th is like reliving the past year of my life.

Tuesday yoga sucked. (this journal is progressively turning into brief descriptions of my yoga experiences)

Yesterday random excursions to nonexistant places and sledding were amazing. So I'm slightly injured from it all, but I figure if I survived tuesday's yoga, I should be fine.

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I would like to take this point in time to state that life is amazing.

It's times like these that make me wonder how I could ever feel so down (as I have previously).

I'm working three hours in the next week...
: )

So I got into a car accident today (at school). See, the greatest part is, two seconds after it happened, 6 of my friends and quite a few more people I know are huddled in a group, watching me scramble to find my insurance information. The irony of the situation is it was at 7:00 at night. So while reckless teenagers are rear-ending each other in ( Read more... )

"One day she'll be like...'Hey guys, here's some pot. It will help your creative writing...we need to take this walk off-campus.'"
^description of creative writing teacher, in a conversation about our 20 minute silent walk around the school

So yesterday a three or four year old told me I looked like a devil, because my hair was sticking up ( Read more... )