The truth is, I'm actually really mad at Andrew for this flight fiasco. I know that ultimately it's not his fault that AirTran fucked up royally, and it's beyond his control to predict snow storms in New York. But he could've left the day of, or the day after his finals and he didn't. And now I don't know when he's coming back to LA. And he was so ( Read more... )

Judith Warner does a pretty good job describing how I feel to be alive at this time. It's rather lovely.

THERE IS SO MUCH EXCITEMENT IN THE AIR THAT I ALMOST FEEL LIKE TOMORROW'S ELECTION CAN BE NOTHING SHORT OF REVOLUTIONARY.

What a feeling.

 I dreamt I was back in Berkeley, wandering around, bumping into people I don't know anymore. My friend Albert was there, and he helped me carry my stuff as we strolled through the student store looking for a Cal license plate frame. It's strange how my subconscious decides to tell me that I miss someone and that I really ought to check up on them.

By  Edward Rothstein ( Read more... )

 I feel anxious.

My dog Leely is a white Maltese, but she often has beige patches on her feet and her muzzle because she likes frolicking in the backyard lawn and sniffing my mom's herb garden. She is about four years old and is very energetic ( Read more... )

Dear Person Who Shall Not Be Named ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I can see myself being batshit crazy.

Last night, when I couldn't sleep, I committed a social faux pas that I almost immediately regretted. And because I couldn't sleep for another two hours, I had to put with with two more hours of feeling embarrassed. I'm still embarrassed. August has not been a month of mental clarity.

Procrastination.

I am procrastinating on researching graduate schools.