Joan called Jo (not like the guy but like "Little Women") was all "Hello!" and whatever in the hall when I wasn't asleep and there were stairs and doors involved before she freaked out thinking she'd like, get sent home, which would be a total bummer, after she asked me to punch her and I hit her in the arm and like, nothing happened. Then she ( Read more... )

Not that I need a manicure, that stuff just gets in the way of, you know, throwing punches. Anyway, I made a total donkey out of myself yesterday and so there's like, rules I should remember, or something. This isn't like home, I don't know these people, which totally sucks but not really because then I can make friends or something only still it ( Read more... )

Online journaling is so not like real journaling. Or diaries - this feels impersonal when you're, you know, typing and not like... Writing by hand. People just don't, like, get it anymore, do they? It's like they had total cultures devoting time and energy and prestige to scribes and the art of like, the alphabet, and now we let people tap their ( Read more... )