Manchester boy and I spent two nights studying for this Principals of Arts Management class at Paradiso. He's in love with Paradiso. And cookies so I must point him in the direction of The Cookie Jar or Insomnia Cookies ("There's a cookie delivery service?!") so he can get off my case about how much I love cake ( Read more... )

Someone just left me a voicemail message that said "Fuck You."
I don't know who this person was but I am glad they know that I exist.

That didn't make any sense.
I don't think you realize how much time I spent on Neo-Classical France and the English Restoration. Soooo hoping an essay option was about Killigrew and Davenant. Or Cardinal Richiieu (1583-1642) and Mazarin. Or Parliament eschewing absolute monarchy for consitutional monarchy. They were douchebaggy badasses.

The English ( Read more... )

I am officially studying abroad in Verona, Italy fall semester.
FTW.

No parties last night ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure the first time I knew the power of The Smiths was my freshman year of high school because of the song "Mixtape" by Brand New ( Read more... )

The wind outside is biting. Arms folded over a simple yet widely appreciated outfit, I walk briskly from The Gem to my apartment. It takes five minutes tops. I am for the second time this year drunk and without a coat. It's locked somewhere at the Art Haus. I'll probably get it tomorrow when it has cat hair all over it.

I am the queen of boys ( Read more... )

It's my 21st birthday next week. Who wanna be purchasin' me a book shelf?

I need it. The one at home is in a zigzag shape, fixin' to collapse.

I have been smiling all day for no good reason.

Livejournal, say this in your best English voice ( Read more... )