Nicole called me today. It was the best thing that's happened in at least 3 weeks.

I'm almost finished my essay on ReActors. It's not too too bad. Not too too good either, but you know.

Speaking of ReActors...Fiddler on the Roof this Friday at Cranston West. 7:30. Mary Arruda and Matt Whitman. That is all I have to say.

( wow i'm cool )

Okay. I feel like I'm kind of going to explode from all these stories I have to tell people. But I don't know who to tell or even if I should tell them at all, because maybe someone would think less of me, or maybe someone would be hurt or maybe it's just not the kind of thing anyone else should ever know. And plus I'm just really bad at telling ( Read more... )

Guess where I just took a shower?
That's right.
My new BATHROOM.
Fabulous fabulous fabulous.
It is honestly the sexiest bathroom you will ever set eyes on.
Maybe I'll post pictures of it in a bit.
It still needs a mirror.
And a place for toilet paper.

I haven't updated in a while because I've cut back on my computer time. Instead I'm watching much more television and still getting nothing accomplished. Although I have finished reading all my summer reading and visited two colleges and sewn an entire Snow White costume ( Read more... )

All my pictures from Andrea's wedding are on my Flickr.com account. I'm not sure how to link to it, but you can try this:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/54774414@N00/sets/574797/

Ugh. I feel like I'm wasting my summer away, and it's only just begun ( Read more... )

( let's play a game )

I'm taking the fact that I threw out my 'To The Student' packet in January as a sign that I am fucked for my Chemistry exam and should not even bother trying. So I'm not going to. Fuck you, fate. I'm not going to put up a fight anymore. Just take me wherever the hell you want me to go.
Let go.