So I made it with Manchester boy.
And then when he left
I made a semi-sober and necessary phone call to the boy who the previous posts are about. I said I really needed to talk to him and that I was sorry for calling at a quarter to 5. He probably won't call me back because this is war. Granted, I'm losing.

Manchester boy is now friends with Paige. ( Read more... )

Okayyyyy.

The really cute English foreign exchange student who likes The Smiths and Crystal Castles wanted to sleep with me very badly.
I had to institute my American power to make him wait until the next party (which I suppose would be tonight).
I didn't clean my apartment. (Why do I keep trying to ruin my life?)

So we made out at Katie's party. Niki ( Read more... )

Three posts down I said "boys are fucking stupid but I like sitting next to them in class." I was referring to one person specifically. I didn't know I liked him at the time. Once in the fall he said this:

"I lead too strange a life and am too crazy to exist with anyone."

However, on January 1, 2009 I proved him wrong.
I am probably the only person ( Read more... )

i happen to turn the television on and New Found Glory's "All Downhill From Here" is playing. oh livejournal you know 2004 too well. That song always reminds me of that trip to D.C. It's a really bad song. I saw an ambulance take a body away from the parking lot of Paradiso. A girl got pinned between the window and a car. I want her to be okay ( Read more... )

I wonder if I will ever stop going out of my fucking mind.

It really breaks my heart when I find out friends I even sort-of like are voting for McCain.

I can't wait until this shit turns in my favor.

At least then I can stop watching The View and Elizabeth Hasselbeck can eat it and William Ayers can teach/administrate (-er, if you prefer) in peace.

Boys are really fucking stupid.
I still like sitting next to them in class.

Urban Outfitters is the greatest job I will ever have (part-time wise). Actually Hot Rags was I take that back. If UO sold piercings and Grateful Dead t-shirts and smelled like Patchouli it'd be my dream part-time job. Actually my dream part-time job was to be a tour guide. For anything. But I really like UO. They love me there. Unlike Potbelly. ( Read more... )

This is the second earthquake in two years that I've experienced living in Illinois.

I thought some person with superhuman strength was trying to break in our room.
It was just an earthquake.
And it doesn't make any sense.

He was in the flesh. Finally. Like I always wanted ( Read more... )