Let's just pretend we're alone, baby, and maybe by sheer will it'll be true.

Good luck, I mean that sincerely. But not expectantly.

No memory of writing last night. Can't actually make sense of half of it. Glad to be sticking with a theme.

100 nights is either too many or not enough nights, and I can't quite figure out which it is. Realizations are just teetering on the edge though.

New favorite dance floor? Yes Please ( Read more... )

That I'm really unimpressed by a growing group of things. I can't be shamed.

Needs: more forums, more lies, no sense.

Let's see how far I can downgrade this before it disappears completely. By this, I mean interwebs journaling. By disappears, I mean willful deletion. Natch.

My sleep schedule is worse and more sporadic when I'm at home than it is when I'm at school. I don't know why this is, but it's a lamentable occurrence. At school I crash regularly around 1-ish and wish it were earlier, here I sit aimlessly staring at screens until 3 and then lie awake. Lamentable, because if I bothered to have this defect at ( Read more... )

Three-days commute ( Read more... )

Please stop sending me your papers for line-by-line edits just because I'm an English major.

Best Regards-
Emily (Margaret) Lancelot-Smith Hinton(, Esq.)

Muryam is currently passed out in my bed ( Read more... )

London is still British, I'm still writing inconsistently, plans (weekend life or otherwise) are still tentative, laundry is still undone, habits are still un-kicked, and New York is still home ( Read more... )

Watchword for the coming week - moderation ( Read more... )