i can't handle finals. i can't handle telling my parents. ruining christmas.

i've been updating this thing with private entries over the past month. it helps. but i guess it is besides the point. having a private online journal? um yeah.

i dunno.
i don't do much of anything right these days.

I think I am pregnant.

elliott smith died.
it's... very sad. i'm not sure what to say.
i'm very sorry to his true fans. we all know he'll get a whole new fanbase now. which is all right i guess. but not.
anyway. take care, everybody.

i'm at ed's apartment. he's sick, so our trip to the theater has been cancelled. poor guy. he thought he had gotten over this virus thingy and celebrated his return to good health too hard or something. so here i am with a sleeping boyfriend and a boring friday night ( Read more... )

http://pitchforkmedia.com/record-reviews/d/death-cab-for-cutie/transatlanticism.shtml

eeee!

1. must stop reading cd reviews
2. must study for spanish

jealousy is so so sad.