So much to get done. So much to lose.

I need to stop living in squalor. Wash my clothes, take a shower and have a meal that doesn't consist of seltzer and coffee.

My tendonitis is flaring and it's so painful. I guess typing 20 pages in 6 hours won't help.

Go to Pandora and type in Blonde Redhead. That is the perfect station.

You know what?

I'm always scared of getting pregnant even with a condom.

It's not about love. Really, at all. I'm having fun, he's having fun ( Read more... )

So Saturday night turned out to be much better even though I didn't go out at all.

Apparently it was a cold night, but these tiny beds, and the fact that I radiate heat kept us warm.

There's a first time for everything.

Last night ( Read more... )

Insane. That's pretty much all I can manage from last night ( Read more... )

I have 2 hours to finish these damned lists. The book store will open, no matter the obstacles...

I tried this Spicy Beef Rice Noodle Soup they have at Fresh Side and it's the best cure for a hangover I've ever had. Riverside Chaucer awaits.

My room is breathtaking, I just need to learn to decorate. I've become too minimalistic, which at one point was a goal, but now I just feel like there's something missing. Constantly. It's the weekend before classes start and my bookstore is nowhere near ready to open, but then again it was like this last year too ( Read more... )

I hate that I can't make myself have daydreams and yet when I realize that I'm in the middle of an amazingly delicious one, it bursts ( Read more... )

The first little Indian to fall off the place of the earth...i.e. Amherst. He left for Hungary today, and I think he's going to have a good time. It's incredibly selfish of me to be so sad, I mean, there he is taking a huge step in his life and I'm sitting here wishing he would stay ( Read more... )