Received acceptance letter from Hastings

Gyasi and I went to see August Burns Red on Tuesday. Probably wasn't the best idea, considering I had to wake up at 5:30am on Wednesday, and he had class the next day, but whatever. I needed it. I feel alive at shows, and I've been feeling really dead and numb lately. Pizza, beer, pear cider, and guys that actually smelled nice. I don't know why at ( Read more... )

Double espresso? Check. Mascara? Check. Spunky polka dot top? Check. Punk rock blasting while I'm waiting for a cute guy to pick me up? Cheeeeck! I think I'm finally ready for a Friday night where I don't have to work at the gyno. Oh, life, sometimes I do love you. Now, if only you could please make sure that the Descendents tour while I am still ( Read more... )

Y'know what sucks about the day after? Resisting the urge to buy a few bags of candy corn (autumn, caramel apple, regular) even though you know they're only, like, fifty cents. I might give in. I'm going to have to walk past 3 drugstores and 2 supermarkets on the way to library. And damn, I love candy corn like a fat kid loves... candy... corn. Oh ( Read more... )

Last night, Nick (PrettyBoy's friend) IMs me and says "If you have any sense of musical class at all, you're attending the Bridge School Benefit, right?" so I, having no idea what he's talking about (and therefore no sense of musical class), google it. I find that Neil Young is performing, which is why Nick's going. It strikes me as odd that Tom ( Read more... )

I chopped off my hair. I didn't do it Britney-style, but I told the lady to go ahead and take off half a foot or maybe less. Now, instead of nappy, raggedy, long hair, it looks... normal. I don't yet know whether I like it or not. Whatever. It's just hair. It's too bad I didn't go for the feathered look, or I'd be foxy.

thanks for allowing me to see the A's crush the Giants, while sitting next to Brian (hxc guy) who heckled mercilessly despite being the only one in green amidst a sea of black and orange in our section... he didn't realize which side i was on until the 6th inning when i started moaning that it was all over ( Read more... )

Repeatedly clicking the refresh button isn't going to make my grades appear any faster.

Did I mention that most of the time, I really hate piano? 'Cause right now, I do.

God Bless the Go-Go's. SUCH a good Go-Go's album.

My desk is a mess... generic benadryl, tylenol extra strength, an energy drink, and pei pa koa (Chinese cough syrup). Anything to get me through this, right? My motivation is gooooone. Group stuff and an essay due tomorrow. Darn it. This semester is taking its toll on me. By the middle of the week, I look like death... and not even Neil Gaiman's