I AM UNFOCUSED AND UNPREPARED FOR LIFE! Or so I have been told in the nicest way possible. This is what happens when people make me prepare for the distant future when I have no plans for the distant future ( Read more... )

I need something to pool my interest and efforts into.
Something other than naps and microwaveable snacks.
I need a fucking hobby.

Today will be the death of me.
I feel vaguely as though I've been punched in the stomach.
After having swallowed a handful of tacks.

And that I might be better off living alone in a shack in the woods.

Maybe one day, when I've a lucrative career doing illustrations of curtains, I will look back and thank you, Mr. Espeseth, but for the time being, all I can think of is how you made me spend six hours of my week drawing drapes.

Today I'm going to a quarry.

Claire Gaiefsky: Psychology Major

I feel so adult.

This was in my mailbox today, wrapped in a page from an old August edition of the Onion, with only my campus box number written on it.

No note.  No names. 
AAAck.

THIS THUNDERSTORM IS FANTASTIC!

The other night I dreamt that I bought a video iPod that had a built in graphing calculator. I took it with me to a house party and everyone I know was there. We graphed SIN functions while hardcore rocking out.

We also ate some really delicious jello salad. It was awesome.

The only thing this day to myself seemed to do was give me a particularly long-winded interior monologue and an heirloom cardigan.
You should give me a call or a haircut, as I haven't the balls necessary to operate either phones or scissors.
And oh, yeah, I'm home.