I never write in here anymore. Isn't it like bad luck to write about things just to tell people? You know, it's like cursing yourself. or...something ( Read more... )

( Everyone else is doing it. )

I almost feel like making this a letter. "How are you?" "I'm so sorry that I haven't had a chance to get back to you." "School has been very tiresome." You know, the usual ( Read more... )

Thanks for the new layout, Sarah. Hers, of course, is incomparable: hiddenallure .

One paper down. An entire book to type. I really should have started this thing sooner ( Read more... )

Life rolls on.

I'm not too sure about this Macy's Ronald McDonald thing. If I burn myself out Sarah, I'm totally blaming you.

Later all.

I'm retarded ( Read more... )

I was born in Baltimore, Maryland to two American citizens: one natural and one naturalized. I have an insanely high level of respect for what it means to be an American. As a good English major (in other words, one who actually knows her shit), I feel confident in my ability to say that The Constitution is one of the most perfect pieces of ( Read more... )

I want to dance. I just feel so heavy. He's moody--and I never know what to think about what he thinks of me. Sometimes I just want to ask. I know I won't get a straight answer. He seemed interested in my talk of "a boyfriend." He always seems interested in eavesdropping on my conversations with other people. I don't know how to be natural when I ( Read more... )

I really don't like the fact that they emphasize romance and some all-fulfilling love--as if it's something I NEED and think of all the time. But, for the most part, it's pretty accurate ( Read more... )