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Okay, so the phone rings this morning and it's for Alea. She's not here so I offer to take a message. I grab a pad of paper from her side of the desk and flip it over to take down the message . . . I found a little something that Alea had jotted down perhaps in a moment of true philosophical clarity ( Read more... )

I'm trying to repent for all my fuck-ups over Winter Break. I know that I didn't really put myself out there and try to be available--I guess I didn't even appear interested. I'm trying to apologize for my poor behavior but I find that I've dug myself a hole that I will never get out of. Everything I say counts for shit. This means that no ( Read more... )

Um, Friday I never went to work. I'm lazy, and irresponsible, and I just didn't go. Too bad, because I really need the money. I have exactly $69.30 in my bank account and that's supposed to last me for the rest of the quarter. Hmm, who thinks I can survive on just under seventy bucks from now until March? Show of hands . . . no one? That's ( Read more... )

Okay, so I came up with a phrase or an expression or some sort of little tidbit that I feel no UB should go without. I've shared this with Suzanne and she deemed it utterly disgusting which is a true and verified sign that it must be adopted by all Bettys. Here you go ( Read more... )

So I went on a run last night. I've been fighting a not so nice lung cold that makes me sound like Joe Camel's slightly more attractive sister. I figured by running I make my body absolutely desperate for air and therefore force it to heal my lungs so that I can breathe and so I don't die. So I ran forever. My everything hurts today. I got ( Read more... )

I had some errands to run yesterday afternoon, only being the procrastinator that I am, I put them off until like five. There was virtually no one at the U Bookstore which was a godsend because usually it's a fucking mad house. I was in . . . and I was out. Then I bought some spandex--don't ask ( Read more... )

I was admittedly MIA during winter break. Winter break sucked for me. Everyone was bitter because I was struggling to balance time and attention between friends from school who were still here and friends from home who were visiting. I was utterly conflicted and unable to make either group happy so I reverted to making nobody happy and spent ( Read more... )

Kirsten = nineteen years old.

Kirsten = geriatric.

Today is my birthday. I am old.

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