As soon as we left town, things were heavenly. I spent over 24 hours alone at a cabin on Lost Lake with Alex Foote. Decompression started on the way there. Driving those long roads with the boy I love and pulling up to the cabin that would be our overnight home. He walked me around the trails and watching his face as he remembered pushed me even ( Read more... )

Who is this girl and WHY is she in the heart of every boy I know? HURTS PEOPLE!!! Heysus. Leave.

Ice cold. Frigid. I would like to live in a universe with out you and up until last year, I did. Why wont you ever go away?

Number of classes today: 3 ( Read more... )

( Coffeeshot complaints. )

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Rilo Kiley played yesterday in the city where I was EXACTLY one year ago. Oh, to have been there. Instead I bought a t-shirt.

Today I've binged on internet shopping. The language lab has become my own private mall.

I bought Revolutionary vol. 1 and Revolutionary vol. 2 from Immortal Technique. Check it out yo. I was inondated at Lid'd house ( Read more... )

I'm at Lid'd house. I've finished Al's mittens. Today after a half day at work because I'm sick from trying to quite smoking, we went to the Bentley Mall. In the only good news of the post, I got Legolas binder paper, a Pirates of the Caribbean pillowcase, a "I brought you a delicious bass" bumpersticker for Liz, earrings and an Avril Lavigne CD. ( Read more... )

See the problem is this: I'm feeling apathetic and asexual again, as I always do around this time of year which means that once again I'm

not attending classes, therefore doing poorly in school,
pissing off people I do care about,
being unabashedly lazy at work and in my private life,
possibly fucking with (not fucking) people that I should not be ( Read more... )

Reaction Paper. Check. I also just emailed Attila and Jose to remind them of my upcoming trip. Nine more days. In that span of time: one four page paper, 2 1/2 days work, one presentation in french, 5 tests. My stress level is surprisingly low concerning my to do list. Yup. Feeling pretty good.

I've been reading A Garden of Pomegranates by Israel ( Read more... )

I hope that last night was the beginning of a catharsis. Maybe a way to get over the hump. Thank god for Tamara, who doesn't tell me what I want to hear, but does it in a way that doesn't hurt quite as much as when Rebe does it. This last week and a half in town are going to be busy and probably not very social. But on the 17th I'll be leaving for ( Read more... )