ryan pointed out that it's been awhile since i've updated my journal. is it possible that i've stopped living for possible livejournal updates? possibly. however, i don't feel like studying for my gender & society test or changing my flat tire, so i suppose it's time for an update ( Read more... )

singing makes me feel alive. it's warm(-ish) outside and my (non-)plan for spring term is off to a ducky start ( Read more... )

the three arias that i'm currently passionate about and would love to do for my junior recital are all final meditations of folks on the brink of death, more specifically suicide.

sleep is for the strong and i am screwed.

style galant, empfindsamer Stil, Sturm und Drang

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cold days and hot soup are a wonderful combination.

this is fabulous:


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dear goddess-

please send zombie karl marx and zombie emma goldman to the united states in order to deliver yr people from this awful mess.

xoxo,

megan

"There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus" (Galatians 3:28, KJV)

"My me is God!"- Catherine of Genoa ( Read more... )

winco doesn't have pita bread.

oh, and listening to bartok's string quartet no. 1 before going to sleep may give one a creepy dentist dream.

(and i'm not afraid of dentists)

i don't want to be around a large group of people, but i don't want to be alone, either.

my head is all over the place.

maybe i'll call nick and see if he wants to finish this leftover pizza with me.

this was right for me...so why does it hurt so much?