Why does everything happen in this way? Why do you, the ideal one, have to show up here?
Please take your mohawk, comic books, and puppy away from here. Please go get a different job, but only if you'll meet me again on the other side.

Today I went on a first date. And it was awkward. 
I'm seriously considering a disclaimer for me anytime I meet someone saying something along the lines of, "If you can't walk for three and a half miles on flat ground without stopping on a sunny day, and do not know what an adjective is, then I am not interested in knowing you."
Maybe that's a bit ( Read more... )

 I turn 20 on inauguration day next year, and am hoping to be able to celebrate with much fervor ( Read more... )

My mother is now refusing to aknowledge me as her daughter or speak to me at all. Does that mean I've been disowned?

I'm taking my bed back, bitch.

It's a little funny to think that this was caused by a pile of wet towels.

It's a pun!

If I were the type of woman that wanted to have a child. I would totally have Jon Stewart's baby.

Registered for summer and fall yesterday. Japanese is out, sadly, I'm taking math instead.

Another tidbit: I sent an email to my mom explaining my feelings toward her. Essentially, we broke up. It's my belated mother's day gift to her. 
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  I'd like to apologize for being:
1) Angry
2) A type A control freak
3) A total bitch
4) and unusually quiet

Last weekend I submitted a question to Ask A Ninja and feel compelled to share.

"Do ninjas ever need to use bandaids?"

I feel compelled to mention that this question occured to me while I was taking a lot of cold medicine. Still, I hope they answer that one. It's pretty good if I do say so myself.

I am eating chicken noodle soup.
Because I am a masochist.
It's not bothering me too much though, my lips are all swollen and my throat itches a little, but it's not bad. 

 No dancing for me tonight, because I have a sore throat / ear ache. I know I'm not dying, but I think I'm going to take it easy today and tomorrow so this doesn't turn into a cold of death. Also, my dancing partner is actually sick. Boo.
Transferring schools is scaring the crap out of me, but I must do it. 
Started reading High Tide in Tucson about ( Read more... )

 Because I am a dork, I have been thinking about what my Daemon / Patronus would be ... A palemino is winning.

Any thoughts?