crying in class=sucky.

crying in class then not having a single person comment on your work=suckier.

i hate that shit. i hate hate hate looking like an idiot.

grumpy.

http://www.myspace.com/iam_that_girl

go on. friend me or whatever it is you people do.

i like coming back to a clean, empty apartment.

lotsa laundry to do. oh and class to plan.

hoorah for the beginning of the quarter. no, really.

Dear Driver,
This parking space is reserved for the residents of Apartment Six (ie my roomate or me). Clearly, you are niether me nor my roomate. Ergo, this is not your parking space. Next time, please park on the street, where the spaces are plentiful AND free. Otherwise, I will be forced to take drastic measures. Thank You.
MS

( my favorite time is 69 )

i am freaking out, FREAKING OUT, about grey's anatomy.

and at the same time recognize i haven't been this excited about real life since forever.

oy. joy and pain all at the same time.

so. we're dropping out of grad school to pursue what will surely be an illustrious career as rappers.
can you feel this beat?

( yo yo check it 1 2 1 2 )

today i:
bought tickets to see eve ensler
bought cigarettes for the first time this year
spent money i don't really have
took a six hour nap which was only supposed to last an hour
ate a lot of brie and bread

also-my face is really warm and pink. you'd think i was drinking. interesting, i know.

remember that one time i was packing to go to MI for winter break? and i felt like i was forgetting something but i didn't know what. and i thought and thought and thought. and finally realized i forgot bras and underwear. i rule.