The realization that I may lose my best friend over this is hitting me hard.

I hate Hofstra.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, ( Read more... )

So last night was amazingly random. My friend Fred from pubic safety called up Justine and asked if she wanted to go on a late night coffee run. She said sure and called me. So, we met Fred in front of Estabrook right around nine and decided to go to the Colony Diner. So we went, and ate (go never ending salads? what WAS that?), and when we were ( Read more... )

...and just when everything was looking all fine and dandy, a blast from th past knocks me over again. And I'm completely at a loss.

I'm avoiding work. Hardcore avoiding essay writing.

I know what I'm doing for Katherine for her Christmas present. After her? I'm at a loss.

I just need my voice back.

Work last night was painfully long. Cooking candy ( Read more... )

I am in love....
          With Dutch Treats for selling Dunkaroos.
          With Cameron for being social
          With Justine, who's my hero and by far the strongest person I know.
          With Gabe, for forgiveness.
          With hot chocolate
          With snow, the first of the season in fact
          With Green Day, for being there...forever ( Read more... )

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)ModerateLevel 3 (Gluttonous)LowLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)LowLevel 6 - The City ( Read more... )

Some of you know I have two journals, the other's a writing journal. The following is actually an entry from that journal, but I felt it belonged here too.

Written at 3am

I can remember visiting my Grandmother's house when I was little. The permanent smell of baked bread and old photos, the mismatched patched furniture accented by folding TV trays ( Read more... )

a kid called meg (4:29:24 PM): gabes on the phone and hes getting irritated cause im not paying all of my attention to him ( Read more... )

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I have never been so angry in my life that I've actually wanted to kill someone.

Well, as of last night, I've had the experience. It's not pleasant.

What I will say is that men who pull the sort of shit he did last night deserve to be killed. No exceptions. I don't want to hear that he had too much to drink or that he was just messing around. The ( Read more... )

Katherine and I agree. I grew up.

I didn't know that was possible.