Ah this weekend was pretty good, and it definately got me more in the mood of the season. Yesterday we, so to speak, fucked shit up. A bunch of us from British Authors went to get our extra point by attending Pride and Prejudice, or as Jeff Eckman called it, "paying for our grade." J Biletch and C Healey repped from American Studies. Good times, ( Read more... )

Ah the snow day today was excellent, really excellent. This week may be much better than last ( Read more... )

Listening to A collection of songs: 1995-1997 before I go to bed makes me feel better, strangely. Sometimes...shhhh...I like wallowing in self pity. I like knowing that I can find camaraderie in sadness. I just need a good cry and then I can move on, by listening to songs like this:

( Shut la fuck up! )

This has been, quite possibly, the worst week since the school year began. I think I dropped a horrible grade in each of my classes, and I've managed to estrange myself from my parents quite a bit. Meh. It's strange, but I think I can trace this apathy back to the day of New Englands when, near the dogpound, I stopped caring and just wanted to ( Read more... )

I think way too much for my own good

I've been watching donnie darko by myself. ayeeee happy thanksgiving ( Read more... )

Ohhhhhh, Operation Bid for Greater Personal Freedom failed, but I did survive unscathed. :0 I've just been inducted into the scratch n' sniff retard posse ( Read more... )

+independence

+soap in sweatshirt

+the cure and rilo kiley

+rain

+sleep on back roads

-socks and birkenstocks

-no money

-sheer pink dresses

-isolation

+independence

+soap in sweatshirt

+the cure and rilo kiley

+rain

+sleep on back roads

-socks and birkenstocks

-no money

-sheer pink dresses

-isolation

I was sitting on the stone wall on Lowell Street after my term paper conference with Hicksy today (which, I may add, had left me in a state of woe) when this greasy, gap toothed man came up to me. This is how the conversation proceeded ( Read more... )