well, this is it for this girl from chicago. after i post this, i'm unplugging my computer so i can pack it up. i'll be back tomorrow to move out the bulk of my things (mostly clothes and kitchen stuff), and then that's it, so long, thanks for all the fish.

oh yes. it has begun. in with my picks and chomping at the bit. i can't even wait to scream at the television, scare the dog, jump around and generally behave like everyone else who knows what's what.

gold doesn't come from leprachauns! everyone knows gold comes from china!

tis the season.

the names have not been changed - no one is ( Read more... )

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i feel pretty fucking dumb right about now. i was running all over the loop today after class, doing errands and being productive. my last stop was at union station to get a new 10 ride. i had to take the class ring off to dig for change in my pocket, and set it down on the counter. i remember setting it on top of some papers my cash had been ( Read more... )

oh. my. god.


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it's one of those weird many-seasons-in-one-day days. i hate those days ( Read more... )

why do people have to make things so difficult? they're just fucking invitations. and besides, we're getting new ones. vince is right, my parents are right, i am right: this is our wedding, mine and vince's. it's about us. us.god, i just want to explode ( Read more... )

oh. my. god. leave it to someone on WoW to invent the funniest thing ever. seriously, you have to click that. it's work safe, stop your crying.

holy christ. someone is smoking in the fucking hallway. and due to the fucked up air flow in this building, it's getting sucked into our apartment. >:O

please watch your step. end of walk is ahead.

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( tornado! )

well, the email thing is fixed. i guess i just have to call mrs. ganzer back and see if she'll send me all that junk again. *sigh* i hope so. i don't like being a pain.

book iv is complete. and that's all there is to say about that.

blaine is a pain, and that is the truth.

we're not khaki pants