This weekend was pretty effin' great.

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2 more pages.
2 more pages,
And I am done with this semester.

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Two (or three) things that have been on my mind lately:

1. Paris

2. Turning 21

(3. Not being single anymore)

The first two will eventually take care of themselves.
The last, well... I'm working on it. It just takes such a goddamn long-ass time!

My respiratory system is very angry with me.
Won't stop rattling.

I'm doing Merchant next semester with Christine and the MFAs.
Playing Lorenzo! A bit of excitement for the day.

But right now,
I'm running on caffeine and dreams

of Paris.

I'm deewraunk on a Monday night.

And I'm a winner.
Bitches.

Ow.

Midday drunkeness with Kevy?!

What more could a girl hope for?

M'kay, so here's my 17 hours for next semester ( Read more... )

This is not real.
Not any of it.

A good friend, a real friend, a true friend of mine recently told me:
No expectations, no disappointments.
Makes sense to me. Seems rather easy, rather simple.

It's not.

I was rained on hardcore twice in the past two days.
And I still haven't put an umbrella in my bag.

Seems like an appropriate metaphor for my life.