i really really really hate to admit this but...

i'm really sad that marissa cooper died. (on the o.c. for ppl living under a rock..)

like i haven't even watched the show in months. but for some reason i am just so sad.

I am currently ( 4 am ) in a lab attempting to write a paper for the most brilliant professor I've ever had about postmodernism, based upon writings by an even more brilliant Oxford professor ( Read more... )

i got a 95 on that essay about elephant penises. i fuckin rock ( Read more... )

i am in huffman computer lab ( Read more... )

he told me that i live so selfishly, that because i try to shield myself from my emotions, because i desperatly wish that i was the center of the world, i live selfishly ( Read more... )

it was a car accident, they said that he must have had a heart attack and blacked out, slumped forward on the gas and went straight through the intersection, got blindsided by an SUV and flipped over a couple times. they had to pull him out from the back seat because the front was completely destroyed ( Read more... )

one of the things in my life that i have done that i am most proud of:
teaching myself how to do french braids

and, as an extension to that:
french braiding my own hair in cancun

it took me about forty five minutes.

Grandpa died.

i'm home in verona

and i am being seen as an adult
which means i do things to get ready for the funeral

surreal, surreal

this is not happening.

i am too lazy to write an update myself.
so here are excerpts from e-mails i have sent other people about my going-ons.

i am cutting them to save your friends pages. :)

( mini-vacay w/ dave )

tonight at dinner i had a great conversation. i was sitting with my two roommates, another sorority sister, and her guy friend, a basketball player i think. and we all talked about our shared love of musicals. like, listing our favorite broadway shows that we have ever seen. if you knew the people involved, you'd be more impressed. not ( Read more... )