My to do list really is not all that overwhelming ( Read more... )

In the last twenty four hours I have ( Read more... )

Sarah is sitting pretty. Work is done, there are no classes tomorrow for her, she does NOT have to drive to the airport, though she is going along for the ride. She has Captains and Djarums. Her vices are mounting and she doesn't have to worry that there is something else she should be doing. Life is glorious at the moment ( Read more... )

I am dying. Dying dying dying. I stayed up until four last night writing a paper then got up at eight this morning to take Amy to the airport. Then I actually made it to my 9:30 class. So, I'm on four hours of sleep and before 1:15 I have to edit the shitty ass paper that I wrote last night AND come up with a research proposal for social psych ( Read more... )

I am cranky with my life. That's not entirely true. I am annoyed with my body, deeply annoyed with my body. I do not take it well when I am not physically 100%. Irrational anger and frustration results. I also really don't care for research methods and design. I like the professor as a person, I really do, but he bothers me as a teacher. I ( Read more... )

I would just like to go on record as very annoyed with the way that the school has handled this whole bomb threat thing. I understand that they're trying to prevent panic, and I appreciate that. However, I feel that omitting the fact that there was a threat to bring a gun to Scripps and shoot students is kind of irresponsible. Also, if you aren' ( Read more... )

My mother is incredible. She sent me a huge box with 21 presents in it. I'm not through it all but so far my favorite is this fantastic black squishy rat. I love that woman.

I need to get my god damn personal/social life in order. I would elaborate, but it's sufficiently tangled that I'm not even sure what I would really say at this point ( Read more... )

Today I received a package from my mother. In it was my paperwork for my current registration, a fantastic Led Zepplin t-shirt and a note penned on a postcard that had a kitten kissing a puppy which said "Hi Sarah! Here's car registration and a T shirt - rock on! I'm glad you'll be home sooner rather than later, I miss you. <3 Mama." Since I can ( Read more... )

The plan for the next 96 hours or so ( Read more... )