It's interesting to me the moments that I use to define my life. When people ask me about significant instances that are important to me, I almost unfailingly recount the same ones every time. This is only weird to me because I have always thought of life-defining memories as being events on a grand scale - things that make interesting stories ( ( Read more... )

Yay! Jewett, how I love thee. Or something. Ha ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think my brother is smart. Currently, I think he may actually be the most stupid person everAnd he's going to come home, and argue irrationally with my mom for several hours because he knows no other way to argue, and she's going to cry and scream and I'm not going to get any sleep and I have to get up at six fucking thirty in the ( Read more... )

I think I need new mood icons. The mouse is never really doing the correct action. In what way does "content" imply "asleep"?

I apologize for the fact that all of my entries of late have been in the photograph-cut vein. Truthfully, life is just rather stagnant at the moment. Nothing terrible to report, but also nothing particularly noteworthy. I'm not sure if this is good or bad. It's a comfortable place, nonetheless, so I can't complain ( Read more... )

I just designed an lj for Anj and it's really pretty and I love it. You should go look at it.

I hate not being able to talk about real things in here. Because I have real things to say, but I would like to just say them, and not worry about anyone's reactions.

In other news, a call from my mom caused my first break down since the beginning of the year. I am still in need of a good, cleansing cry though.

I hate being so weak that I can't stand up for myself. I hate that it really bothers me when people insult my taste in things/what I'm interested in, yet I rarely actually show it, so the insulting just persists. And that sometimes it makes me want to cry, and I feel like a bad person because people with fucking superiority complexes actually ( Read more... )

My livejournal world seems to have expanded into Whitman. The cautious level shall be getting higher.

I went to book arts for two hours tonight and made extremely cool decorative paper.  I'm excited.  I wish I were artistic, because I really like being in the art studio.

Cultural Anthro has been dropped!  Yay!  Less reading!

( Anj's birthday party! )

I'm a sorority girl.  How odd.

I also drank an entire bottle of champagne, ran around with just my bra on for several hours with various Sharpie tattoos all over my body.  And was checked out many times.  I walked around campus at midnight in a reversible vest (Valentines, Easter) singing Rum (We are the Theta babies, some day we may be ladies, ( Read more... )