Barnes & Noble browsing is better therapy than any Dr. could offer. Langston Hughes and Bunyan have infinitely improved my night ( Read more... )

My last exam concluded at 11 yesterday morning, and I'm now unofficially a college graduate.

( Incopious (probably esoterically interesting) post-graduation babble )

She lives in the apartment below mine. You're welcome to come gape if you like. We'll order pizza...it'll be fun.

( I think this is what people refer to as 'b*tching' )

( 'blah blah blah--I'm scared of graduation!--blah blah blah' )

I meant to update this on my 22nd birthday, but clearly that never came to fruition. (It was a weird birthday, anyway.) My motivation, then, was to gloat, since 22 marks the death of Amanda Smith's credibility as a psychic. (She won't even remember this, of course, but...my memory is wholly pedantic.) Sometime during my 21st year, you'll recall, I ( Read more... )

Just back from the loveliest of lovely concerts, though it was fleeceless and I was unable to revel in my lonerdome. It's a great matter of pride for me that I didn't laugh during the show, since I was repeatedly led to the brink of it thanks to Kell and her mad tallying skills ( Read more... )

Today I washed my car, and my best friend got...a bottle of bubbly, to celebrate my clean car. (It was really, REALLY dirty. We're all psyched about this unexpected turn of events ( Read more... )

Katrina completely ruined any chance I had of getting a tan today. What an attention-grubbing b**ch ( Read more... )

16 hours in the car weren't as bad as I thought they might be. Then, it might've been another story for Topher and Eric, who actually did the driving. I slept. I slept from North Carolina to Jersey, and I loved every d*mn moment of it. I slept the unexpectedly guiltless sleep of a selfish girl letting someone else do all the dreary work--very un- ( Read more... )

In some ways, this summer job of mine has been a lot like high school. There's the dress code which seems to target me with unshakable singularity...the teasing...the innuendo. There's the crush on the beautiful guy whose appeal is only expounded by his inappropriateness for me...and, to make it thoroughly high school-esque, his name is Brandon ( Read more... )