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1. Four point for the semester.
2. My mom is buying me the pink Chucks I have been eyeing as a reward.
3. Got my Iowa Tuition Grant back!
4. Get to do an AGP assay this summer.
5. Woke up with a little gray kitty on my pillow.

What a great day.

Mango peach salsa is deliciously disconcerting. Some salsa-maker is a genius.

I ran for like the third time in two weeks, and it hurt. Humidity, hills, and allergies all conspired to take me out and I seriously wanted to just lie down and give up. Some really clever Pikes also yelled "Hey, need a ride?" from the porch as I ran past. Ha ha shut ( Read more... )

I've become bored with the Internet ( Read more... )

Today is the sort of steamy shiny golden cut grass and oil-smelling Iowa May day that has always reminded me that my birthday is coming. Only now the little electrical thrill of what sort of extravagantly useless crap I might get from my rich childless great-aunt has been replaced by the little electrical thrill of not having to sit home while ( Read more... )

Worst fucking day. I am a failure as a teacher. Should have stuck with writing after all. Nobody ever gave me 10% on anything I wrote ( Read more... )

Drake Park is a shithole. The walls are paper-thin and the cupboards are particle board and the door has quite clearly been broken into at least once. And I ran into the landlord when I was moving in on Friday, and he told me in a very low voice that if staple boy gives us any trouble we should call security, because he's already been given notice ( Read more... )

What is it about a hot guy standing on his porch yelling "damn you lookin good, girl" after you as you're minding your own business that is hot despite all the things that are wrong and unjust and disgusting about it ( Read more... )

This place is a fucking mess and I am way too obsessive to handle it. Somebody else should move all this shit for me ( Read more... )

I'm tired of feeling like shit. Tired of tension headaches that last all day and stomachaches like swallowing ground glass that curl me into the fetal position whining like a hurt animal. Tired of weird bruises and cat scratches, tired of stubbed toes and watery eyes and dry skin. Sick and tired. This time of year does that to me, though. I feel ( Read more... )