So I just had a coffee date with the boy I love.

...not a date date. But, y'know. A get-together. A meeting. Not a... date.

There aren't even words to describe-- no way to translate into mundane terms-- just no way--

It doesn't even make sense. How can I expect anyone else to understand when I hardly understand myself?

Too surreal for high school. Too ( Read more... )

I'm such a good little adopted shiksa daughter to the Rubinsteins.

I just arrived home from six hours of seder dinner. Six hours. That's a lot of Passover.

I even sang in Hebrew! Asarah debrayah...!

The food was so good, though. So good. I'm not going to eat again until next year.

Except for the part where I've fallen terribly ill. I knew I was sick ( Read more... )

What I want to say at Weight Watchers tonight but know that I won't.

I'm seventeen years old. I should be living like a seventeen-year-old. I shouldn't be living like a college professor, so cerebral in my whole life that I view my body as nothing more than transportation for my mind -- to take my brain to class, back home to sleep, etc.

I should be ( Read more... )

So I visited the University of Mary Washington today for the second time. The only thing I believe worth note is that I attended a Linguistics class (fascinating!), and then I bought a ridiculous amount of "mdub" gear. I've made an investment here, in how much stuff I've bought.

So. I'm going to Mary Washington. That's that.

hell could not make a headache worse than the one i have right now

damn tech day. shitty day for a headache. what's worse? Millie, or the pounding in my ears?

I was just rejected by Harvard.

Via e-mail.

I am so pissed.

Post the explanation of where your username came from. Then tag TEN a handful of users whose explanations you'd like to hear. If you are tagged post the explanation to your page.

When I was in middle school, my drama teacher was Amy Hard. I was in her production of Oklahoma! in eighth grade. And in my first epic e-mail to her, I addressed her as " ( Read more... )

Things on my mind:

I'm cold. My head hurts, and I feel sick to my stomach. Am I coming down with something?

Spring break comes on and everything at school speeds up and then comes to a screeching halt. I'm stuck in a crash.

I'm refusing to answer that telephone call.

I can't believe I spent third period today getting coffee with Pete Gibson. Am I so ( Read more... )

I have discovered 
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