i spilled a sea monkey holocaust all over my bed last night.
then i cried about it.
then my boyfriend got mad at me for being crazy and left.
then i got
even sicker
and curled up on the corner
of my bed
not covered with brine shrimp and salt water
and tried to sleep.

Before we started my project meeting today my advisor looked up the word 'thusly' on dictionary.com, which apparently was 'introduced in the 19th century by humorists, who may have been echoing the speech of poorly educated people straining to sound stylish ( Read more... )

my sea monkeys hatched today.
that's all.

i don't know why no one else is as excited about it as me.
everyone is so blase about the miracle of life.

yesterday someone told me that they just didn't like work, and after four years at college he was finally unpretencious enough to be able to admit it to himself and to others.

I stumble up the stairs to the teacher’s complex, not drunk but not all there, as had been the case lately.  “Good night, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs ( Read more... )

I propose we Save the Joyce ( Read more... )

this is how i feel about my senior project:

noooooooooooooooooooooo
nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo
nonononononononononono

don wanna.
sleepy.

these attitudes are not conducive towards:
- writing policy analyses
- being mature
- avoiding 10 hours (and counting) stretches in the computer lab.

hahahahahha

http://go.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyID=11671048&src=rss/oddlyEnoughNews

i can't figure out livejournal cuts anymore
but
'China offended by baby boiling comments'

hahaha

i am stuck upstate
doin time
on my S(pace) P(rograms) 
     - i wish! ha.
     - i mean S(enior) P(rojects)
               - one of which is on H(uman ( Read more... )

Greed:Medium

Gluttony:Low

Wrath:High

Sloth:Low

Envy:High

Lust:High

Pride:Very High

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

goodness.

today it was sunny and snowing at annandale-on-hudson.

Ever since September, every time I enter my dorm through the backdoor and find that the basement door isn't propped open, I walk down the stairs again, go outside, generally into the cold/rain/snow, walk around the row of buildings and up a small hill to get in through the front door. Because my keys won't unlock the basement door ( Read more... )

"How brief is the span of a person's life upon this earth! It rushes by like a galloping team of horses glimpsed through a crack!"

-Mozi, (c. 480-390 B.C.)