Chris Coit is stalking me again.

Not really. He just came up to me in the library.
It was sufficiently weird mostly because I was like (in my head), "Don't cuss. Don't cuss. Don't cuss."

Which is weird because I am not a big cusser anyway.
AND I don't really give a shit what Chris Coit thinks.

That is all.

Love,
Susan McJaneJane

So, I'm in Atlanta now.
I just woke up.

( photos and whatnot. )

We have a hotel room ( Read more... )

In a week I will be in Atlanta.

Yesssssss.

Tuck your head below my breast ( Read more... )

Sick sick sick.

And it's my fault.
I should go home but I'll just go to the language lab and do Smalleys because my life sucks and I want to drop out.

Blah blah blah, more teenage ramblings.

Today was good.
I slept a lot.

Then Jesse came and picked me up and we shopped for stuff and shoes and love.
We ate delicious food and gossiped like two gossips.

Then we were intellectual would-be shoplifters and snowflake spotters who love that green grip stuff.


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Today was good. Very good. I got to see almost everyone who means a lot to me ( Read more... )

I am never coming back to Hudson.

I will start getting IVIG at Shands again.

In August I will move to England and I'll never come back.

All is well.

But tonight I'll go to the cinema with friends and bake a cake.

It's feeling like summer already to me.

I don't mean the weather, either.

So, I started looking toward my summer plans which brought me to Clarion's website. I was reading up on the workshop when I found out that only 18 people get accepted. 18. Eighteen. One fucking eight. ONLY EIGHTEEN! So, then I was like, "Fuck, I shall never make it. I mean ( Read more... )