It's fucking gorgeous outside! I'm thankful for this laptop, Lord.

VM tonight!

Oh, and also...I LOVE THAT PARIS HILTON SONG

I LOVE IT

I HATE BEING ASKED ( Read more... )

Late to bed and early to rise
Makes a girl walk with rust in her eyes

5. I saw them scrubbing our chalky masterpiece off the freshman building driveway with soap and water. This makes me sad. And also a little apprehensive. Are they going to punish us? Oh my ( Read more... )

My merit scholarship application essay is turning out pretty snarky.

I love this song.

I am so very jealous of the tenth and eleventh graders who get Manos this year. I gave that man a hug yesterday (actually, HE gave ME one--it was like Chanukah had come early and hell had frozen over at the same time, perhaps creating an exciting new opportunity for marketing ice menorahs? As Georgia Nicolson so memorably once or lots of times said ( Read more... )

Dear World ( Read more... )

Even though it's September, I feel freedom is nigh. Just because I already think that senior year has been a joke. And also I have a free period for the first time in my life.

Dear Charlotte Alter, wherever you are ( Read more... )

I've developed the new technique of wrist steering (and its bastard cousin, thumb steering) that has much potential. It's a little hard to do turns, though.

The trick with this one is, don't do it while anyone else is in the car, because you don't want to worry anyone.