Be there. February 21st at Seaver Theater at Pomona (if you don't know where that is, ask). Tell your friends. It's going to kick ass. I'm gonna pretend to be anxious about my vagina and (way more importantly) Essie's going to fake a TON of orgasms, probably wearing leather and lace. Don't miss out, just don't do it. Go.

1) I turn 22 in 23 minutes. While this is not nearly as momentous as turning 21, it's still exciting. So there ( Read more... )

Goodbye my beloved. I think I love you (at least in small doses) more than anywhere else. I wish you had insulation and heating so that I could at least think about promising to visit before next summer, but you aren't so I can't. I will be waiting until next year for the time when I eat goat cheese by the ounce, go kayaking for hours, sit on ( Read more... )

Eeeee!! Singalong at the Schneiders!!! Eeeeee!!

I should be sleeping but I can't because I'm too busy grappling with the idea that I'm done with my Junior year of college. Does that mean I'm a senior? I can't be, that's way too old. I also feel like I'm not going to be ready to check out tomorrow, which is ridiculous since I'm entirely packed. I have to ( Read more... )

I've been a very big girl today and it's only one. First I made a phone call that I was afraid to make. I hate disappointing people and I knew that it was going to be a letdown for her, but we worked it out and she's not mad at me or firing me, so that's awesome. Then I found a guy to work on my car and he's coming tomorrow. Now I'm going to go ( Read more... )

I just had to read pages and pages about eating disorders (24 fewer than I should have, since one of the articles made me start bawling at page 3 and I refused to continue). All I wanted to do while reading them was eat and all I had to eat was nasty American cheese. I think if they're going to make me read those things, at the very least they ( Read more... )

It's my first truly late night of the semester. I haven't been up past two in a very very long time and it's making me cranky. I am, however, just drowning in work. I mean absolutely dying. I spent much of this weekend denying the fact that I had work. Nick was here and my dad's house burned down on Valentine's day and I had two, three-hour ( Read more... )

So, I still have the plague and my cast is still failing to e-mail me. However, reading got done, room cleaning got done, I managed my schedule and I stopped craving cigarettes. Actually the weekend was lovely (highlights included seeing Nick and a rather fun filled brunch with Maggie and Rachel at IHop) and despite the fact that my computer all ( Read more... )

I hate the higher ground. I woke up at 8am this morning and went to the DMV to get my license replaced/renewed. I waited for half an hour, which is not bad by DMV standards, for them to call my number. But when they called me to an "empty" window, someone was still there and I had to wait for another fifteen minutes while I watched people who had ( Read more... )