I am so satisfied with my life right now.

Imagine Brenda looking 10 years younger...overnight.

"The summer is yours, Brenda, local singles are waiting!"

I wonder how other people perceive me.  I feel like I'm such a weird person.

I just watched You and Me and Everyone We Know a few days ago.  And all I keep thinking about is the part where she angrily scribbles "FUCK" on her windshield.  Because I want to write the word "FUCK" on every square inch of my apartment.  Yes, my apartment, when I should be in fucking Tuscon right now.  I missed my goddamn flight because of the ( Read more... )

Jesus Christ, I made an ass out of myself in front of Jonathan Safran Foer.  Not only is he my idol of young writers, he's insanely attractive and I was a retard.  Losing my ability to speak in front of Andrew Bird was enough embarrassment, now this?

Drinking a Jack and Coke to ease the pain. 

Agenda for tonight:

1) Pilates
2) Hot shower
3) Sign up for Netflix (yep, I haven't done it yet, I thought it was too good to be true)
4) Listen to "I'm So Tired" by the Beatles
5) Tea
6) Sleep in my nice clean sheets

Oh my god I can't wait.

I'm really liking life these days.

I want it to be summer, dammit.  Then I can wear my pretty dresses, open my windows, not have to bundle up in thick socks, flannel pants, and a sweatshirt just to go to bed (not even mentioning what I have to wear to trek the half mile to campus), and quit stressing over literary theory essays for 4 months.

I got this HOT red nail polish the other day.  It's name is "Cherry Crush".  I think that's a pretty stupid name, but I'm enamored with this color ( Read more... )

An Indian summer is when it feels like summer in mid-autumn.  What is it called when it feels like summer in January?  Because that's what's been going on lately, and it's beautiful.  I hung out with Peter and Giles with the heat turned off and the windows cracked, with that great Pittsburgh river-breeze washing over us, and because there isn't any ( Read more... )