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Four more days of reckless youth!
I consider it my moral obligation to update at least once (since it's been nearly 3 months) before I turn 20, at which point I can only assume the 0 at the end of my age will brainwash me into thinking this newfangled World Wide Web is just too complicated for my old fashioned brain to bother with. I shouldn't be as worried as I am, seeing as I ( Read more... ) -
I should probably just give in and aquire some pink, lacy things.
I have this really terrible habit of constantly trying to prove that I am Brave, Adventurous and Incredibly Manly when I am in fact nothing more than a girl with weak arms. It gets me into a lot of trouble.
For instance, when I volunteer to go quail hunting with my dad, brother, and half brother-in-law (who does things like shooting the biggest ( Read more... ) -
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I firmly believe that tubby old men with white beards and red coats who might be mistaken for Santa should stay indoors on Christmas Eve. They fill me with false hopes. That said, Happy Christmas to all of you ♥ -
"Christmas with Johnny Cash" is not nearly as bitter as I hoped it would be.
I'd forgotten how dull winter break is without any absurd college drama filing up every second of my time. Woe! My mother spends every waking moment giving me funny looks and shrieking about how beautiful I am. I have been home from college 5 times now, I do not understand. She scheduled a "surprise" free makeover at Saks, which was a terrifying ( Read more... ) -
I knew this college was good for something!
So. This is awkward. I, ah, still don't have a computer, and most of you (anyone out there? besides my resounding echo?) probably thought that after I drowned my computer in a bath of 1% milk, a cruel twist of fate led to my own death by milk.
Whatever, it isn't important.
What IS important is that I went to see Bryn Mawr's production of Doctor ( Read more... ) -
Milk is DEAD TO ME.
Sometime within the next month, I am going to fall and break a limb, slice a finger off, or be crushed by stampeding wildebeest ( Read more... ) -
My life would make a perfect Seinfeld episode ;_;
My Life is a Cruel Tragicomedy, Part the Second:1. On Fridays, I work in the dining hall with Friday. Friday is a man. I did not know this and was very confused when the manager told me to go find Friday, because I was fairly sure I had all of the days of the week accounted for and did not have to go retrieve one. Friday has brothers named Saturday ( Read more... ) -
Out, Damned Spot!
I know it appears I've fallen off the face of the earth, but I've simply been trying to put my college life in order again. I'm starting to fall into a rhythm of sorts, though it is one with rather less sleep than I need in order to function. The results are pretty hilarious, in a My Life is a Wretched Tragicomedy sort of way. Just this morning I ( Read more... ) -
In which I fail on every level.
Ugh. I'm leaving to go back to college on Friday. WANGST. I'm perfectly excited for the actual school year, but terrified for those first few days of incredibly awkward interactions, because I am the queen of awkward. When forced into one-on-one interactions I have actually been known to cry out "WHAT BEAUTIFUL WEATHER WE'RE HAVING, EH?" to combat ( Read more... ) -
Is it secret? Is it safe?
ETA: HOW HAD I NOT SEEN THIS UNTIL NOW? Oh, Potter Puppet Pals. My favorite part of the whole thing is "Harry Potter! UHHHH!". Oh my God.
1. You people are the BEST EVER for rising admirably to the task of feeding me music. I really appreciate it, as do my future roommates, I'm sure, when I'm playing your music at deafening volumes ( Read more... )