This Shakira obsession has gotten out of hand. Today I had my first bellydancing class. I am sore in places I didn't know exist. My teacher can make her ass cheeks twitch independently. Maybe in ten years or so I can do that. I couldn't stop laughing - I looked so ridiculous ( Read more... )

I've been such a "girl" in the past few days. Got my nails did, my hair colored, my hair cut, my makeup done. Granted, all for free, cause that's how I roll ( Read more... )

I'm in love with Shakira and Coldstone Creamery.

I'm in love with Cafecito and Alphabet City, where a man with a pitbull passed me in the dark, looked at my face, and said "you as pretty as you walk."

I hate the evil harpy from hell that I become when I'm stressed.

I'm ready for summer.

I'm too busy. 5 classes, 2 internships, captain of the equestrian team (wait, NYU has an equestrian team?), bitch bitch bitch. The commute up to Columbia is going to kill me too.

Heading back to Milwaukee for an extended weekend of family, a casket, and probably lots of alcohol.

I don't really want to deal with this. Does that make me a bad person?

sometimes I make myself sick.

Over this Thanksgiving season, while many of us are focusing on our families, friends, and holidays, something is going on in Washington that we need to pay attention to. Congress failed to pass 9 of its 13 required spending bills before its election recess, leaving much of the government - with the exception of the Pentagon and the Department of ( Read more... )

I just used an empty vodka bottle to roll out my very first pumpkin pie crust.

Happy Thanksgiving, ya'll.

I'm so hot that I can start a livejournal trend (among my friends) with my first post in over a month. (ignoring the fact that I stole it from Liz, who stole it from her crazy QaF community friends ( Read more... )

I'm obsessed with memory, even though I think I have a fairly average to lower-than-average capacity for remembering events and experiences.

( my memory exercise )