DO NOT,  I repeat, DO NOT EFFING TRASH TALK ME WHEN I"M LITERALLY STANDING RIGHT THERE ( Read more... )

It's July 29, 2007. I'm 22 years old.

Holy shit.

~The official letter arrived in St. Germain on Wednesday--we got the house! :) I'm super psyched. 136 W Hewitt-- right across from Graveraet--come visit! :)
~I have a new favorite coffeeplace. No, it's no longer EBay. Borders. That's one of three things I actually miss about Home Depot--my daily trip to Borders.Today when I was there, I met a former ( Read more... )

Remember the days where I'd post regularly, once or twice per day? Now it's at least 3-4 days between posts. Maybe that's just me realizing that the rest of the world doesn't always care about the inner workings of this strange little girl. But, for those who do, here's what's up:

The employment adventure isn't as adventuresome as it was last time. ( Read more... )

Tonight is another night that I really wish I could sing. It's not just from watching American Idol (don't judge me!), it's just... the mood I'm in... I know if I could just go somewhere and belt out some songs I'd feel so much better. Either something angry or something sad, I can't decide. Even if I could just find a place in my house where I ( Read more... )

I finally got the guts to look at my grades. Ok, let me rephrase that... Mark actually looked first (I told him my info... I figured I can trust my own fiance, right??), and then sent me a message last night at 12:30 (and I was sleeping, thanks sweetie :P). So, without further ado, the results of semester #8 ( Read more... )

I sent my iPod shuffle through the washing machine. Go me.
I'm hoping to restart the "employment adventure" tomorrow. Go me!!

*walks off humming Jimmy Buffett songs*

So things got kind of interesting on the last night. I guess it can be chalked up to too much to drink on one part and massive misinterpretations on another. However, all is fixed now, and it's time to add another interesting chapter to the story. That's all I'm gonna say about that ( Read more... )

The first "Oh my gosh, I'm really leaving" moment of sadness (aka tears) hit just now. Why am I getting so emotional over this? It's just another summer, I've done this before, and this time it's my choice to go back to TC.
That doesn't make it any easier though.

So, one last day and one last night to live it up.
Tomorrow's gonna come too soon.

The last paper of the year is finished! :) That's an incredible feeling, almost trumping the frustration from earlier.
Now, to print, and to learn a play in French for tomorrow.