You are now reading the journal of the Official New Features Section Editor for The Oakland Post.
yes, i know, i rock.
i'm going shopping.

Damn this haircut, damn blisters from walking in flip flops, damn the weather and my clothes never agreeing, damn my car having no gas.

I know, I know, I'm pathetic.

Horray for good grades in classes that mean something, and Amen to sunshine and smooth water and flowers blooming, friends coming home and staying up late talking about life and the past and the future and our favorite appetizers. Amen to boyfriends who aren't out for whatever they can get, who love without hurting, who hurt for your hurts. Amen ( Read more... )

I was under the very unhappy impression that no one used lj anymore, that everyone had switched to myspace. Silly me. I just hadn't been reading my friends page. All the cool people are still here ( Read more... )

Keys to successful relationships:

1. Clearly state your intentions

2. Compliment his hair

3. Don't start serious discussions or snuggling sessions when you are cranky, tired, spastic, overwhelmed, or hungry. All combinations could be fatal.

I would just like to say that ski racing is the greatest sport ever.

Moguls and free-style are pretty sweet too.

I have finally brought my iPod to school, and discovered the joy of having my own personal life soundtrack.
OU parking makes me want to shoot myself. This weather isn't helping.

It's snowing! O joy. If you were here, I would make you walk outside with me until the snowflakes stuck on your eyelashes just so, and then I would kiss them away ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed there was a lizard in my driveway, and then it turned into an armadillo, but it was a friendly armadillo, and it wanted me to rub it's belly like a puppy! It didn't like Kyle. My driveway was full of sand. Weird. I think the drugs I'm on make me have weird dreams. They're for my sinus infection and they're blue and they ( Read more... )

I think I have bird flu ( Read more... )