how fucking perverse is it that i am running out of winter break!? aah ( Read more... )

it is strange to be back, but to my credit only about as strange as i thought it would be. people kept calling last night (relatives; no i didn't suddenly become popular) and i just found it impossible to talk to them i am sooo overwhelmed. well ( Read more... )

packin to go home. it's been kind of a roller coaster of a last few days and i'm really at a loss for emotion almost. you know? it just doesn't seem like i'm actually going to leave sciennes and not be back...well...to sciennes...essentially ever. except maybe as a middle-aged lady being like, 'ehhh! i used to live here! heheh! i'm weird!' ( ( Read more... )

set to lose a friend i thought i would have for life, for timing again mostly, timing and idiocy. i am really terrible at this. (life).

exceptionally, exceptionally, poor poor poor poor poor poor POOR POOR POOR POOR TIMING. If romantically so. Still a bad taste in my mouth, but i think that's a result of something else that let's hope will get cleared up today. cryptic entries are the best, yes? also, my stomach hurts more than i thought possible in recent years.

i woke up with my spine hurting because a DREAM stressed me out, that is lame, ingrid was in it and so was doug singer, except he was all punk-rocked out, which was REALLY weird. and he advised me on sex. which was, again, REALLY REALLY weird ( Read more... )

i hate noisy boisterous people outside, mainly because i almost always wish i were outside being noisy and boisterous and it is always when i cannot that there's some kinda party going on in the street. but i can't really either walk or talk effectively, so...that's it for me.

this is a pretty weird couple-a days here...i saw candy on the street moments after my legs stopped working (it's true, they did, and it was totally surreal) and we sat down for a bit till i felt ok, and then parted ways and realized we might never ever see each other again. i'm starting to question the wisdom of my 'make lots of non-american ( Read more... )

but not a cool place, becsue it meane hospital which is where imgoing and imn essentially terrified. the fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! i'll get you for this!

damn, i wrote that paper like lickety on split...seriously, it was fast. and, i found my wallet. and, it's movie night at brassmonkey, meaning getting drunk in a really cool club outfitted with mattresses and pillows and really cool little tables where everyone takes off their shoes and they project a film onto a big-ass screen ( Read more... )