No one, no one, is important or interesting enough to necessitate a Twitter.

Or probably even a Livejournal, for that matter.

(x-posted from my myspace ( Read more... )

It's ridiculous what I refuse to learn from past experiences.
I've deal with a broken heart before, I know it won't kill me, but goddamn if it's not trying.
And you go to bed, drunk of course, thinking tomorrow will be better, it won't hurt as bad. But it's the first thing you're reminded of before your eyes even open and it just won't go awayAnd ( Read more... )

Today, the girl in the shower next to me slid and fell. It was pretty awkward, "Well hey girl that lives on my floor I've never talked to who is now naked staring at me who is also naked ( Read more... )

When I was five years old, my mother made the prediction that I could go either way. I'd either be emperess of the world or climbing a bell tower. Recently, she confided in me that she still feels the same way about my future ( Read more... )

Hey dudes.

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I've noticed that I sometimes measure how much I appreciate a song with whether or not I can pump my fist to it. This, in part, explains why I think Journey kicks so much ass.

Today, I woke up early (well in time for my 9:30 class that I always sleep through), took a shower, got ready and waited on the bus. Citing the bus being too crowded, I walked back to my dorm ( Read more... )

Whenever I get how I get (that is to say, unreasonably sad/miserable/pathetically unhappy) I always flock to livejournal as if bitching to some inter-blog is going to miraculously make me content and happy with where I am.
I'm never happy with where I am ( Read more... )

For lack of better things to do (and my love for Ms. Jamie, of course), I ventured back to the Chi Phi house last night for their "Jock Jams" soiree. Dressed appropriately, I wore a much too big basketball jersey and an ever-so-slightly tilted hat. (I actually looked pretty darn cute, albeit a tad ridiculous ( Read more... )