So Jesse and I are going to break up for the summer. I'm cool with that, it's reasonable and I don't want to be in a situation this summer where I couldn't take advantage of that said situation, if you know what I mean. However, I'm very sad. I really like him. I know there was a point in time when I wasn't sure of my liking for him, but that ( Read more... )

Study, study, finals finals. And then of course, the many breaks during the day which put my further behind. Well.

Hello! I'll be home on the 10th. I just cleaned Zumba and Ferngully. They look pretty.

I don't know what else to say.

I got the apartment I wanted for next year! I met the girl who is living next door and she is really cool.

Jesse is my boyfriend. Titles.... aaaaahhhh! Dear God.

Things are good- sort of. Some crazy shit when down at my place this weekend ( Read more... )

I have a paper. No, not that paper, silly. (What paper, silly?) I'm talking about the inconcrete idea of essay. Synonymus with paper. It's about European colonial representations of Pacific Islanders. Now, for all of you that know me, being awake at 12:20 with about 2 hours of work ahead of me is not normal. I'm usually asleep by 10. Or, as ( Read more... )

Today I am menstrual. I have a lot of insane chemical action going on in my brain. For the past week or so, I've been all over the place. Confused, angry, over-joyous, quiet, etc. This all climaxed last night when I went to the queer fashion show at UCSC. It was a "fashion show" advocating for gay rights and human rights. There were some ( Read more... )

Last night I watched Cirque de Soleil for about three hours with my parents on television. I was so tired from wait... what makes me tired... oh yes, no sleep. Anyway, I kept waking up in this disillusioned state of confusion. Having existed in the college atmosphere, my waxy state could not decipher the different relationships I have with my ( Read more... )

In the bed ( Read more... )

An update... again. Oh wait, this one is live and it's my journal... what. Wait. it's not my journal. I don't know. Sorry, I've been writing a philosophy paper on the meaning of life for the past few hours. It's intense ( Read more... )

I took this quiz online and the only part that i thought was funny was the last part:

Your punk rock band name is The Tired Vibrator.

Yessssssss.