I got a letter from Meredith today!
And I may or may not have joined a dodgeball team.

I looked at the calander today, and godFUCKINGdamn, have I got skill. It's funny, but not funny haHA.

My aunt gets out of the hospital/care facility on Thursday! Which means, through some zagged trickle down effect, I get the house to myself this weekend?? Or rather, I think that's what it means.

Classes at HFCC are as bad as they are reputed to be.
Five out of the past eight days have been spent unpacking and cleaning in my room alone.
Paula won't acknowledge my e-mails about starting work this week.

This is my summer so far.
It's mediocre, but at least everything's alphabatized ... right?

Library. Library. Library. Library.
Lunch. Lunch. Lunch. Lunch.
Nap? Nap? Nap? Nap?

This is my official notice of return. Hi, I'm home.
I'm-a gonna go make a sandwich. We should hang out.

Wikipedia's summary of the objective of Cricket includes the phrase "complex mathematical formulas" which leads me to believe that all things English and (possibly Indian) are nothing but intricate bits to an elaborate hoax.

I get to start packing tomorrow, and I'll be home on Sunday.
This is not my history final.

Would you still be my friend if I tattooed a whisk on my ankle?

Ker-Plunk, bubbles, cake, and a box of cheap wine make for an excellent introduction to your third decade.

Today is Sunday, but then so was Thursday. Wednesday will probably be Sunday too.
What an odd week.

My aunt is in the hospital.
Goddamn.

Goddamn.