After a nice long 9.5 + hour day at school suffering from intense note-taking-induced hand cramps I came home to find Ian had planted us a new garden. Sometimes my boyfriend can be pretty sweet.

Waiting rooms. The act of waiting. One of the secretaries is wearing a neon green shirt with assorted buttons sewn along the collar. I didn’t know they make clothes in colors like that for anyone but crossing guards, and I’m not sure what ever prompts a person to decide that neon is a good idea. It casts a sallow glow onto her skin, already ( Read more... )

So I really think the kid sitting next to me in class yesterday had crabs or something. He kept shadily reaching under the table and itching his crotch while I scooted farther and farther away. Alas, the kid on the other side of me smelled. Seriously people. I did not come back to school for this.

today was the first day ever, i think, that a straight man complemented me on my shoes. "What are they?" the stranger asked as I walked by. I laughed. "They're Payless."

Sometimes life is hilarious and ironic and we shared a grin and I walked away.

So finally UCLA decides that yes, they'll let me defer to the winter so that I can be an in-state student and go for mucho cheapo and not have to pay off school for the next twenty years. I can't say how excited I am. I'm a little bummed I won't be going in the fall because it's my favorite time of year, but this will give me some time to save up ( Read more... )

Okay ya'll, I just got done reading Tristan's entry (yea, I'm a little behind) so here's the update. I just moved from Glendale to Playa Del Rey, hence I've been without internet for a few weeks. Ian and I are in this sweet little apartment with brand new everything (floors, microwave, stove, fridge, marble bathroom, granite countertop kitchen ( Read more... )

He had long fingers ( Read more... )

I am two bites into my banana when the voice comes at me, just inches behind my right ear, writhing with suppressed panic. “Excuse me?” It is a question, it is an apology, and it is uttered in less than perfect English. I turn around and the woman is ever so slightly too close to my shoulder but her brows are knitted with worry. I stifle my ( Read more... )

Dear UCLA ( Read more... )

I never know how to react when people tell me I remind them of someone they know. Do you shrug and say thanks? Politely raise an eyebrow and feign interest? What if the person they’ve projected onto you is just awful? Do you frown? How do you know ( Read more... )