Dear January,

You sucked. Like none other.

Your Friend,
Emily

Tomorrow is Kiki's birthday. So embarrass her, okay?

Hey kids. So I've been having these unfortunate dreams lately, where I always get rejected in one way or another. Like, "Why did you come here if you weren't happy where you were?" Why is my unconsciousness philosophizing at me in my sleep? I'm looking at you, Carl Jung. Just dreams, sure, but I've lost my dream awareness. Do you know what I mean? ( Read more... )

This week has been something. I don't know what, exactly, but it was something. French Broadway, overalls, essays, count-down start, subs, apathy, fun, tea, mleh. I'm not taking things as seriously as I used to. But that's cool too.

Ha! Take THAT, you.

P.S. Annie Dillard was a really fucked up kid.

I fell asleep when I got home from the work party for a grande totale of 16 hours. And now I'm walking on sunshine. Whoa. And don't it feel good. Hey. Alright now ( Read more... )

In the year 2006 I resolve to:

Reunite the Spice Girls.

Get your resolution here

Oh, if only. But let's have ourselves a good year anyway, alright? Alright.

Posting from Camp Sherman. This is more the kind of a break I had in mind. I mean, it's snowing. All I've done today is make tea, read, and listen to music. No family conflicts as of yet, and I have an oversized pillow. It's very nice.

That is all.

Happy festivity of your choice! Or something ( Read more... )

Aaaahhhmm. Winter break. I supposedly gave Cathy Humes a heart attack when I turned in my EE Wednesday morning. Wrapped up various projects, got deferred from Stanford, and no serious classes to speak of. Stress? It is gone. So I've just sorta been cruising. And god damn, is it nice. I look forward to not doing nearly as much as I would like to ( Read more... )

For the first time in three months, I'm ahead of schedule. As in, working on things I would usually save for Thursday night. You can probably tell that I've this song on repeat all weekend. Very productive-inducing ( Read more... )