How is it that when I have plenty of things to feel good about, I just can't pull it together enough to feel truly good?

My roommate would like me to ask all of my friends if they will find me ridiculous when I stop shaving my armpits this week. So here it is: Friends, am I ridiculous for not shaving my armpits?
Please give your honest answers.
Thanks.

I get to see Louis CK in Grand Valley's fieldhouse tonight.
Just saying...
I'm so pumped.

Just to make things cooler:
It's midterm week and I'm sick again.

Someone's trying to kill me.
I fear it's working.

I hate being sick at school. It's like being punished for something that I may or may not have done.
I actually feel better from what I went to the doctor for, but my antibiotics make my stomach churn. Ughhh.

Today commemorates the day that five years ago, Will Miller asked a nervous fifteen year old girl to be his girlfriend.

What?

Growing up is incredibly awkward ( Read more... )

Twenty pounds?

I just get so mad sometimes.

I am getting off track. Quickly.