I just might go bonkers ( Read more... )

I want to do something brilliant.

I want to be something brilliant, and I can't wait for it any longer. All day yesterday I was throwing around ideas in my head for stories and projects and all kinds of creativity that I just want to get my hands on, that I want to write and knock out of my brain. I cleaned out my closet this morning, which ( Read more... )

So, I figured that the best way to begin my summer break would be to become indubitably, hopelessly ill with the flu. Awesome ( Read more... )

I have a message to film directors everywhere.

STOP. PRODUCING. SEQUELS. STOP IT. NOW. RIGHT NOW ( Read more... )

I'm falling in love with Beethoven again. Obviously not the composer, but his music. This happens a lot. I'll go forever without hearing anything and then I'll become inspired and want to listen to it over and over again. Last time was back in June ( Read more... )

I loathe this. I cannot sleep. I loathe not being able to sleep. What I loathe even more is not being able to sleep while PMSing (well, during, really), which means that I think about things which make me all fucking angsty and sad and big middle finger at life, which is actually really good and so I don't know why it deserves a middle finger ( Read more... )

I am home for the weekend.

And watched Casino Royale and Little Miss Sunshine. The former I first saw a week ago and it was BAD ASS, please go see it. Do yourself that favor. The latter I saw back in September in theaters and now for the first time saw it again. It made me cry. The hell ( Read more... )

Aujourd'hui, je *owned* ma classe de francais. Je suis rendu (!? grammaire = merde) un bon presentation de la region Bordeaux, en France. Dans mon examain a vendredi, j'ai fait (oh my God, I suck at this) UN FUCKING 91, qu'est un 'A', et, ma prof a ecrit dans l'examain, le plus meilleur grade dans tout le class. Manges-t'il, bitches ( Read more... )

Just some things.

1. Good grief. I'm grateful.
2. So many essays.
3. Keep your chin up.
4. I want to go outside and lay in the grass and stare at the sky for a really long time. It's forty degrees out.
5. Nouns are nice.

GACK. Seriously, about the essays.

Today I had two scary thoughts. Scads of normal ones, but two in particular that made me ponder my existence, and that sort of thing.

First, it occurred to me that I will never stop writing essays. No matter what direction I go in with political science--journalism, speechwriting, analyst, campaign worker--hell, even if its not poli-sci--I will ( Read more... )