I finished high school. Forever ( Read more... )

I'm not one for fashion really, but I love reading go fug yourself Take this example.

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I'm exhausted, and it's not because I'm underslept. I've been so tired the last few days, barely moving from my position of curled under a blanket on the couch with a book, which didn't bother Ben because he was usually in the same position (we were in Roxbury this weekend). Friday and most of Saturday we were alone out there and we went shopping ( Read more... )

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The menstrual cycle was clearly created to spite me, personally. As some one with extremely volatile emotions, the hormonal changes are particularly appreciated. Yesterday I found myself screaming at my father at the top of my lungs after asked me one too many times what summer job I intended on getting ( Read more... )

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I have to go to Chicago now and don't really have time to update, but I bought four baby red-eared sliders at a bazaar in front of Barnard for prospective students. Ok, so it's illegal since they're smaller than four inches, but doesn't bother me. I'll post pictures of them when I take some, but for now,
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Yesterday I saw, "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" with Kathleen Turner and Bill Irwin. I thought it was great. Ben's family took me and as usual, we had great seats, and I thought the play was completely phenomenal. Gripping, hilarious, witty, painful ( Read more... )

My OCD need to read all away messages that are posted has gotten worse. Especially because AOL cuts them off after a few lines, so I have to sign on AIM every time some one else goes away. My list of OCD needs is pretty high right now ( Read more... )

I had a pretty nice weekend. Friday I went home with Ben and we took a really long nap together. It was such a relief to finally get some sleep, because I was up intermittently all night writing a terrible terrible poetry paper. I felt no compunction whatsoever to do anything other than hand in a paper on Friday, and all I really did was right ( Read more... )