The best of the 48 hour film festival is tonight at 7 at the riverview! I want to go. Do you?

Once you are tagged you MUST write an entry about 6 weird habits/things you do/odd information, as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next six people to be tagged and list their names ( Read more... )

It seems like I'm mostly ok now. It's just that whenever I think about her a deep and inexplicable rage starts building up in my abdomen. A bad sign? I like to think not. At least it's progress ( Read more... )

It's so late/early. I can't sleep. I've tried really hard. It's just not happening. I've spent the last week and a half composing really angry letters that I'm never going to send. Time well spent? Undeniably not. I just can't seem to help myself. I just want to go to sleep and forget the whole thing, but this is proving to be completely impossible ( Read more... )

Today I want to go swimming in a lake and to have a picnic. Who's down? I am...bored. and smelly. Shower time? Possibly. I'm feeling much better today. Yes!

I've said as much before, but I'll mention it again: life is a funny sort of place. Also I am a smelly sort of girl. I felt compelled to write an entry just a minute ago; now I'm not quite so convinced of the wisdom of this decision, though I'm now commited and have to follow through ( Read more... )

p.s. I sort of want to go to queer prom. Is there any bitches out there what that still need a date?

I'm incredibly bored now. Adro left on tuesday - which is poops - and now I have nothing to do. I NEED A JOB. Holy shit. Also, I deeply heart comics. Oh my. Also...NOTHING ELSE. Because I'm BORED. And I miss my ladyfriend...(not Adro; the other one. Well, I miss Adro too. Nevermind.) I am in some sort of funk or stupor, in a bad way. I feel this ( Read more... )

I am home!
This is exciting.
Adro is here with me too! She is cool.
Hang out with us! Yes!
the end.

I don't mean to harp on this, but I don't know what to do. She's really frustrated with me. Not angry, at least that's what she says, but frustrated. It's the same damn complaint as it always is: she says she doesn't know anything about me. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FIX THAT. People are usually content to not really know anything about me, and I'm ( Read more... )