Fuck this weather.

It appears I'll be spending this weekend holed up in my room. Thank goodness I have a few books I've been meaning to read.

On the plus side, my cigarette consumption has gone down.

I can't wait for the warmer days.

I have a shit ton of work to do this weekend ( Read more... )

My hunter isn't a baby anymore:

( WoW dorkiness behind the cut. . . )

I don't care that November 13, 1983 was 23 years ago. I'm still 22, goddamnit. I will turn 24 next year.

Adrianne ( Read more... )

( I cut because I'm courteous, not because I hurt. )

( Baby fennec fox )

I totally don't want to get my hopes up, but I might be coming home over Native American Day weekend. Aside of stuff like seeing Neil, my mom, and my pets, I really want to go to the bar. I haven't had any alcohol in three weeks. It's lame, but not as lame as I'd feel if I was drinking by myself in my room.

I need to get some lava soap. I leave every drawing class looking like a coal miner ( Read more... )

Furthermore, why is it that they're targeting homosexuality? There's a much, much, much larger population of people on campus who've committed other 'sins' like masturbating or having premarital sex.