August 15: Leave for London.
August 20: Leave for Stockholm.

Flights booked & all is well.

I like summer a lot.

Men are like pumpkins. It seems like all the good ones are either taken or they've had everything scraped out of their heads with a spoon.

Not reading a book is as good as burning it.

I could use at least 25 hugs right now. That's all.

I have too much to read and too much to learn. I am part of a silly circle of repetition that seems never to resolve itself. It's a cyclical bombardment of responsibilities, a superfluity of nonsense. And, although it is cold out, and, although I haven't got many people here to push me along, I cannot stop. Things that are falling apart ( Read more... )

Dear UConn students,
Stop dying.

Thanks,
Emily.

Hello, Spring Semester.

1) It's a secret.

In twenty minutes, my adolescence explodes.