It is too cold outside to walk home in the skirt I am wearing. It was not when I left the house earlier.

I cried for so long last night while Chris held me. My face is still recovering. I teared up at Harrison St. again this afternoon at the thought of L + B leaving in two month's time.

I need to make bizarre market items. When?

Today:

walk home from the library in the rain
call Alyssa (!!!!)
take a bath to recover from walk home in the rain
read the rest of "That's Revolting!" and return to Lindsay
ride bus to Chris's to work on website
hang with Alyssa
Kuba Kuba date at 7pm

I am really fucking antsy for some kind of change.

So Tom has decided that he doesn't want to sign the separation papers with my mom that I need to get more financial aid for next semester since my mom will no longer be able to help me. He said that he will pay for my books instead and my mom told him that, yes, that would be fine. NO IT WILL NOT BE FINE. Why should I believe that when January ( Read more... )

Yay or neigh? (oh my god, I just typed that)

I think I'm going to buy it -- I just can't tell if it's too tacky to wear for more than a week. I am both poor and an impulse buyer which fucks my bank account in a big way.

This week has been loaded with financial upheaval and I'm really relieved that it is Thursday and I have only two more classes before my week is through. As result of this week, I've decided not to go to graduate school for another year. I will be in a good deal of debt (even more so if I am approved for the $5000 loan I've applied for in order ( Read more... )

I wish my mother would refrain from being the bearer of all bad news in my life. I have a book critique due tomorrow on a book I have 300 pages left to read. I have another two page paper due for the same class. I have a sore throat and a dirty bedroom which, with their powers combined, are keeping me from being able to concentrate. I have no ( Read more... )

Chris and I visited his mom this afternoon. I helped her make bird food of peanut butter, lard, oatmeal and grits. I dug into in with my fingers; she, with a wooden spoon. She left the room and I couldn't look away from where my fingers were digging, everything sunken below the palms of my hands into the concoction. I wanted, I want to have, ( Read more... )

I need a guidance counselor. I am taking my GRE's later this month -- I suppose the results might make a decision for me. I don't want to be stagnant; it has become my worst fear. Do I apply to Rutgers? University of Toronto (depending on how financial aid works outside of the US)? University of Maryland? Or, go on academic hiatus -- work at ( Read more... )

Dear United States of America,

You have made an irreparable mistake.

Sincerely,

Nora Jane Cannon
Kerry/Edwards supporter
Reproductive Rights advocate

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