I stayed at school over thanksgiving to get some work done. I've done a lot for my research but nothing for anything else. It's making me a little crazy, but just relaxing feels so good ( Read more... )

this year i want a wine cellar and a subscription to the new yorker and any book i want, anywhere, anytime and to meet dave eggers and to buy a car and to become a mdphd student and to learn, to really learn, karate and spanish and guitar and i want a closet full of suede and leather and just cotton and nicer skin and a subscription to the new ( Read more... )

Well, stress is at a high point just now, but don't think for one second that that means I care.

This weekend I attended a military formal (oh I love dressing up) and bought a great deal of clothing and read the bible and did not drink or dance or really even smoke. It's been an odd weekend.

It is four in the morning, five a.m. non-daylight-savings time. I am sitting here, Claire's computer, trying to study for my test at ten a.m. tomorrow, daylight-savings time. I have been trying, failing, to study for this since Friday. In this one night alone I have checked facebook three times (I HATE FACEBOOK so this is um kind of a big deal), ( Read more... )

Tonight was senior night with Dr. G. I walked in, signed in, and an usher was like, "don't you want your drink tickets?" so I was all cool and assured and "sure, why not." So he gave me two beer tickets and I drank with the president of my college at the age of 18 ( Read more... )

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This is what I look like these days.


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aaargh i hate myself.

(on a side note, let me just remind you, ted, that you are amazing.)

It's late. I'm not tired. I could sleep, but I won't; I'm too far gone in my nocturnal cycle to handle a change gracefully. Over the past few nights I've stayed up to any time between 4 and 7 in the morning - working, talking, something. There have been a multitude of excuses to stay awake. But I keep remembering how difficult this was, staying ( Read more... )

today: waking up at 9 n a saturday morning, still a little tipsy, to drag my ass to neville and tutor kids. i'm not sure whether i'm pleased or disgusted but it has its own glamour.