(in lieu of having a nervous breakdown)

(1) the packers are playing on sunday afternoon. i am, for once, not working on sunday afternoon. thus, i will finally get to go to the packers bar and watch a packers game with other packers fans. awesome.

(2) ballet russes is playing at the film forum. i don't know much about the ballet russes, but that' ( Read more... )

my stomach hurts. i should be sleeping right now. but i didn't do my homework. the past week kind of sucked in some ways; many of those ways probably relate to working 40 hours. stupid idea. whatever, something good will happen soon, i can feel it.

i am going to my creative writing workshop in... 5 minutes or so. i am going to be critiqued on my poetry. i am going to try very hard to not vomit. before, during, or after ( Read more... )

so i did the math, and i worked either 41 or 42 hours this week (i never said i did the math well). in retrospect, that was not a good choice on my part. i am fucking exhausted ( Read more... )

just to be clear (because every once in awhile i actually read my own livejournal, so i can see how this wouldn't be clear), i am not a sad person. i don't get enough sleep, and i'm neurotic and sorta pessimistic to begin with, so it's easy for me to get anxious and stressed. despite that, i am happy. i like my life, even though i have no idea what ( Read more... )

so tomorrow i work 12 hours, saturday i'm scheduled to work 4 hours (but might be able to get someone to cover the shift for me), sunday i work 4 hours, monday i work 8 hours, tuesday i work 5 hours, i won't work thursday since it's thanksgiving, but i'm working 10 hours next saturday. and sometime in the next month, i have to write 30 pages about ( Read more... )

the last class schedule i'll have at nyu ( Read more... )

"it's so chocolately... i'm drooling!"

-miss mary

(a) i've decided to stop spending every free night in bobst. from now on, it'll be every other free night.

(b) i no longer care about school.

(c) why do i love lists so much?

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way ( Read more... )