lately i feel like i've been spending so much time trying to be something i'm not that i'm not sure who i am anymore. i mean, i get it. i live with freshmen. they need someone to tell them that it's ok to get a C and that it is possible to have fun without alcohol and that this school is just full of neato things to do. and it's all well and ( Read more... )

this is disgusting. i have the stupidest brain that has ever been in a human. (a real human. i feel like maybe i'm smarter than the neanderthals. but that's beside the point.) this chemistry crap is DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!! and i have the most mixity-mixed hodge-podge of feelings about everything right now. i want to graduate, i don't want to ( Read more... )

So this is an entry that I promised Shelbi. But we should all read it and appreciate it because it is so very important ( Read more... )

I just finished (and I mean, finished like 8 minutes ago) reading the book Prep, by Curtis Sittenfeld. It wasn't a particularly good novel, or even a well-written novel. The fact that I read it in three days, though, attests to the fact that it was at least entertaining, or that I had very little to do. Both of those are true ( Read more... )

Things I Wouldn't Miss If They Exploded in a Fiery Death-Ball from Hell ( Read more... )

In the Learning Center again, this time with my friends the arctic monkeys and a giant cup of coffee. Because when it becomes absolutely necessary to drink on a Tuesday night, Wednesday mornings are seldom pleasant. But I'm still glad we went out last night. It was Sara Coren's birthday and there was a lot of beer and shots called blow jobs... ( Read more... )

WAHH HOO ( Read more... )

Somtimes, like last year, I would sit and wonder "is this all there is? am I really doing everything I can to live life thoroughly?"... I had just moved here and didn't really know anyone and had very few obligations of any kind. Weekends meant TV and pancakes (now it's DVDs and waffles... just kidding). February is nearing an end now and I can ( Read more... )

Last night I got home from a confusing and somewhat disturbing mug night and, being so confused and disturbed, I couldn't sleep. I picked up the book I've been reading, Of Human Bondage, and read the last 30 pages. Of Human Bondage is about a young crippled boy whose parents die, and he is raised by a church official. Then he spends the next 20 ( Read more... )

Not Venereal Disease. Valentine's Day. Let's be clear on that from the get-go ( Read more... )