Revised List Of Things To Do Dec. 19th-29th:

- pet my puppy
- krispy kremes
- buy new shoes
- be on rachaels doorstep
- los charros
- be a pirate with mckenzie
- visit the theatres
- san francisco
- san francisco
- package the rest of my things
- go to printers inc.
- buy christmas presents
- etc.

I'm at work! I have my computer with me. It's weird. But it's about to die.

I can't wait to go home December 19th-29th! So far this is my list of things to do: Pet my puppy, eat krispy kremes, buy new shoes.

If anyone is curious, I was Meg White. And yes, my hair is now black.

I finally got my internet up and working. Correction: Brandon finally got my internet up and working. All I can say is, hallelujah. It's weird after going so long not using it every day. I stopped depending on it as much. Guess that's all over now? There are so many people from back home that I haven't talked to in weeks, or months, because I've ( Read more... )

Chicago is amazing. Sometimes I forget. Really, though, all it takes is a trip to The Bean, or a walk through The Art Institute, or some amazing street music to reaffirm the fact that it really is a great city. I enjoy it, anyways.

And now I am tired and full of Eggs Benedict. Goodsleep to you, from me.

Anyone got any friends at Columbia they want to introduce me to? Gotta meet some peeps!

Love,
Regan

Some days you realize why you are where you are, and other days you have no idea. Right now I feel like it's sort of none of my business either way. As if life said to me, "I'll put you where you need to go. Stop worrying." I don't know why I'm here but I do know that it is hot as hell. And I wish it weren't ( Read more... )

You know, I really don't post on livejournal anymore but every now and then I like to send little messages out. Into the void. Right now I'm thinking, Ben Harper sort of sucks. And Jay Leno is a shmuck. I'm also thinking, Conan is a hot mama and I'd probably do him given the chance. On that note, I would not do Max Weinburg ( Read more... )

Ate a Maple Scone.

Stole a Newspaper.

Picked up the new Reader.

Saw the temperature go up to 105.

Bought clothes.

Sweated Profusely.

Worked.

Got mad.

Got over it.

Realized what I want in life.

And now I am going to go read In Cold Blood and perhaps finish it.

Syd Barett of Pink Floyd (1965-1968) has died at 60. He supposedly died peacefully. Everyone should listen to remember: Piper At The Gates of Dawn.

He died a couple days ago on July 9th. Which is, incidentally, my birthday.