Some people just feel like home.

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I used to worry that I wouldn't be able to make myself go to Spanish everyday, every morning, every week. Especially on Fridays, I mean I know myself pretty well and I'm not exactly the jump out of the bed smilin kind of person ( Read more... )

I am quite possibly the happiest girl in existence. Among many other happy things (classes are unspeakably righteous, house is beautiful, all's well on the romance front, I have thirty cans of soup and pasta) we got a puppy today ( Read more... )

BORED ( Read more... )

Wee school. Good things happenned today. Despite the fact that I didn't get home until 1 or something last night I still woke up rested which I attribute to the fact that my miniblinds eat shit and let in more light that they block. Aslo, coming back from class I was feeling sweaty, squishy, and gross so I flopped on the cool leather couches and ( Read more... )

I also had a deep and prophetic thought while escorting myself home in the hour of the trash collectors. I deeply desire to tell people that they are full of shit and to just please just please shut the fuck up and quit trying and most importantly, THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU.

Tonight was thoroughly satisfying in a very high school way. Sort of how I would've liked to spend my senior year if I hadn't been in love and such. Started out going to see Gomez at ear-x-tacy who were acceptable but the Giraffe was exceptional. I met up with the Girlfriend, Eli, and Joe and Eli got the band to sign her Wal-Mart reciept for ( Read more... )

When I grow up I'm gonna be a spy.