So upon going through my e-mail trying to delete what I could because my mailbox is over its size limit, I discovered an e-mail that Domenick had sent me of an e-mail that I had sent him shortly after I'd woken up and had had (apparently) a very realistic dream. I have no recollection of this dream, and I have no recollection of writing this e-mail ( Read more... )

Okay, so I never write here. I'm not much of a journal type, but if you all are interested I decided to be brave and post some of my stories on blogspot. Any feedback would be amazing, lots of love!

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My brain literally feels as though it's going to explode, and my whole body feels like mush. I don't know if this is physical or psychological, but it's starting to get out of control. There's nothing to take for this. At least as far as I know ( Read more... )

I don't usually take the time to bitch about my week, but this one was so unusually crazy it deserves some documentation ( Read more... )

This  semester is officially going to kick my ass just as hard as last semester did. On the bright side I'm actually interested in 3 of the 4 classes; aka 3 out of 4 aren't required core classes. Who needs core classes anyway? Stupid "academic diversity" and "well-rounded" education...psh ( Read more... )

Stress is a man whore. I could expand on that analogy, but to keep it PG I think I'll stop there.

December is like a warhead. Sweet and scrumptious on the outside, sour and disgusting on the inside.

Finals are like drugs. They're just bad for you. And sometimes they make you hallucinate.

Sleep is like a poem. Alluring and seductive when you ( Read more... )

 ++ Only two more days of classes ( Read more... )

 Well, since Becca has been posting funny prof quotes...

From my social stratification prof, Richard Anderson-Connolly:

(When talking about CO2 consumption) "I mean, what's the worst that could happen? The ocean rises up and we lose Florida? There are worse things that could happen..."

"And if you REALLY wanted to sell your soul you could become a ( Read more... )

I've finally come to the conclusion that my summers are cursed. Since last summer's disaster, at least. Not to be emo, but as optimistic as I've tried to be this summer things have seemed to just get slowly worse.

But I can still hope. And I guess I should just be thankful it isn't as bad as last summer.

Pif.

So, it's the second time that I've passed out while giving blood. I didn't think it was my fault this time, but could have been. I feel dreamy right now. maybe I'll take a nap....

Still, you should all donate :-p

~Alicia~