I have the best idea ever. If it works I will be the happiest girl alive.

Well, I've officially submitted for the rights. Let's see how this goes.

...which it might, you never know.
I was laying in bed, trying to sleep, and I should have nearly been there, because I felt myself in that state as I was reading Moby Dick. You know, that "I could drift off as I read this" state, and so I turned off the light and put down the book. Then I suddenly felt overwhelmed by the amount of stuff I have ( Read more... )

I like my new hair. It's so strange to think about how long it had been the same. I suppose that's because I really liked it. But change is good, and it was about time.

I firmly believe that Hawaii is the most beautiful and magical place on Earth. I am a woman obsessed ( Read more... )

So I'm home (YAY!) but I still have on paper left to write (BOO!) before I can be all done (YAY!) and fly off into the sunset...well, to Hawaii (YAY!)
I hate this paper. I want it to die. I love you Mark Lytle, but your paper SUCKS because I have to write it.

I wonder how much the fact that I didn't do any of the reading or go to the movie screenings for Fabulous Fifties will hinder my ability to write this last paper. Hmmm...

Drove home on a whim this morning. I was feeling really jealous of Logs getting to go home and then I thought, "hey, if I wanted to, I could do that too." So I did and brought what I had packed of my room with me. It wouldn't have travelled comfortably all in one trip anyway. I've been itching to come home for so long, I'm glad I did. I have ( Read more... )

I am very sad because I have to write a paper and I don't want to. And AIM is very mean and does not let me talk to wonderful people like Julia and Logan and Mike when I want to be distracted from my paper. And I have another paper to write after this one, and then another to write after that. And I have to rearrange my room and clear it out, so ( Read more... )

Oh man, I'm getting worn out. Fast. I didn't think I was going to, but now that things are complicated and piling up I'm feeling it. I don't like it. I just want to go home. I even want to skip the trip to Hawaii and get to the part where I sleep in my own bed.