Christina just called and tried to leave a voice mail for me, but she laughed too long and my phone was like "shut up, beeiotch!' and hung up on her. I think she was trying to communicate that she's in an airport and just received some serious awapment! Awape, for those of you who don't know, means to be made a fool of, in the simplest terms ( Read more... )

So, at the moment I kind of feel like a partially cooked piece of mutton that still has bits of rawness to it. I was too tired to do anything today except for read two pages of a book and watch "24" while ignoring the fact that I declined an invitation to go party with my boyfriend and his co-workers. Correction: I want to stay as far as possible ( Read more... )

It is now 62 days until my departure for Ireland. I guess you could say I sit in wild anticipation of the event ( Read more... )

Man. I am tired! Whew. 17-page paper (19 if you include works cited -- does that tell you something??). Finished. 10-page paper. Not finished. Not written. More work to do by 5pm Thursday afternoon. Re-writes to grade. I am tired! Again! And Again! Have to write outline (annotated bibliography finished) and review research materials -- most have ( Read more... )

1)My uncle once: died ( Read more... )

For some rather odd reason, I woke up on the peculiar side of the bed this morning. It could be a rapid mood swing day for us all! I had one of those inferiority complex dreams where I was shorter than one of my friends who is rather short, but I was standing way below where he was and I kept sinking, so I couldn't climb up to his height. Then ( Read more... )

So I haven't posted on this lovely piece of metal and cheese in quite a while; the LJ world must be lonely for my mechanistic thumbprint embrace -- hallelujah for quasi-camaraderie and sleepy-time feet slingers! Whatever. The semester is almost over. I am falling asleep. But I have to go learn more about why Freud sucks so succulently, buddies. Let ( Read more... )

I am never capable of posting on this machination without the aid of alcohol, it seems. Poor, poor me, but hooray for the liquor industry! Yes! They will grow and grow with the disintigration of one poor, hapless soul. Yes ( Read more... )

Yes! I am among advance presidential candidate status! Sweetums!

I am 65% Evil Genius.

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Alcohol is no way to get involved with homework assignments.