will schuester has sung and danced his way into my heart.

i'm drinking bad white wine out of a red solo cup in my library carrell while attempting to write part of my capstone.

somehow, i feel like robert e. lee would not approve.

i am loving senior year thus far.

and that terrifies me.

hi, lj. it's been awhile. i feel like a cheating girlfriend crawling back to beg forgiveness from her loyal, steady, and kindhearted boyfriend. i gave into temptation, lj... the temptation of twitter.

i know, i know. it's microblogging at its worst. it feeds into the innate human desire to feel important, unique, noteworthy. but it's just so ( Read more... )

I GOT A JOB ( Read more... )

there are few things i hate more than writing cover letters.

one of them is bra shopping. but that's a different story.

i've got all this money to live in new york for the summer, which is great. but i just need a job. and GAH.

( JUST WATCHED LAST WEEK'S LOST. )

i am not sleeping ( Read more... )

story due at 11 am ( Read more... )

last year, when i would "stay up all night" i would go to bed around 4 and get up around 8.

this year, when i "stay up all night," i literally stay up all night. it's almost 8am. i'm due at work in an hour. there is time for me to get ready, get a cup of coffee, and eat breakfast, before i begin a very full day.

what the hell is wrong with me