i went to the doctor today. mainly went for my head being a clogged mess created by satan, but then the cute little old foreign doctor told me that my ridiculous sleeping patterns could be symptoms of depression. YIKES!!! i don't wanna be a loony person ( Read more... )

i love the freedom that comes with being a single girl. its been well over a year now, and i've learned quite a lot ( Read more... )

RED HEADED SLUTS, ASSEMBLE!!!!!!!!!! <-- that was the theme of my evening. my day began around 12:30. threw in some laundry, found some clothes that did not belong to me, and took the garmets to their rightful owner. the details aren't important. jason was sick (bless his heart, cause i know that shit hurt). tre and i got kicked out of the ( Read more... )

stop every once in a while and smell the roses would ya ( Read more... )

i actually have homework. i never have homework. and just like i am infamous for doing...i did my homework right before class, and still did it well ( Read more... )

i messed shit up again. didn't think i was being mean, but...oh well. what can i do? i've got enough smiles to last a week or two ( Read more... )

the first week of classes is almost over for me. i got two tonight then it is officially THE WEEKEND. woo!! wait. i'm poor. fuck ( Read more... )

i'm sick. it blows. every time i think i'm done coughing for a bit, a fuckin coughin attack comes on and it feels like my head is gonna explode. nothing works. but i hate the fuckin doctor, man! they'll just tell me that i have bronchitis/asthma or try to tell me i'm pregnant. that's what they always say. fuckin Thagard. you go in with a stuffy ( Read more... )

last night, i made a conscious effort to be social, but then pauli got me all fucked up. i came home and got dressed (which took over an hour) then headed off to railroad square. i checked out the art, which was very cool this month in particular, and antiques....and stayed for no more than one hour before coming back home and passing out at 9:30pm ( Read more... )

down for temporary maintenace. what the fuck is that? how can i live without knowing if that one person i needed to hear from had responded ( Read more... )