I'm the "five more minutes" sleeper. My alarm clock goes off every five minutes for about 30 minutes to three hours. After cursing in whatever language English turns into when I'm groggy and losing my phone in the folds of my sheets, I might get up. WARNING: It is still not safe to talk to me. The only safe way to interact with me is to either hand ( Read more... )

I'm reading this book, The Good Girl's Guide to Getting Lost. I bought it the summer before I graduated, thinking that I would read it then and it would tell me exactly what I was going to do with my life. It turns out books don't typically do that. So here I am. I'm unemployed, though not for long. I might prefer unemployment to substitute ( Read more... )

I don't cry anymore.
I run.
And I run a lot.
But things will be looking up.
They always get better.

To do: become mad scientist.
probably end up saving world by accident
probably end up making couples more nauseating by saving world
become alcoholic spinster

Damn PMS.
I keep waking up with headaches and feel like death after I eat.
To all those men out there thinking about changing: Don't do it.
Sure. Being a girl can be badass.
But this PMS crap really takes a toll on you.
You gotta be tough, trannies.
You can't be weak and be a girl.
You just can't.

There's nothing sexier than a pious man who is also tolerant ( Read more... )

One of these days
I'll move far, far away
and be totally awesome
and you'll see me
and wish you had made your move.
One of these days.

The semester, recapped ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, I asked a boy to date me.
He said no on account of my being Catholic.
Catholic just isn't good enough for the South.
Le sigh.
I suppose I'll just be alone.
It's cool. I'll have cats.

I'm so sick of people making me feel stupid.
I know I don't know everything,
and I do my damnedest not to make other people feel stupid.
But geez.
Sorry I don't analyze books the same way you do.
Sorry I don't read the news every day.
Sorry I'm not perfect.
Get off my back.