( Very long and tedious. Seriously, I almost fell asleep just writing this. )

I'm eighteen.

What?

Well, four out of five ( Read more... )

Flying off to Seattle later today. Wish me (or really, you should wish the plane) luck.

Three for three.
UCSC and UCSD now. I am not looking forward to when we get into the colleges with acceptance rates a quarter and a half these, respectively. We'll see. At least I know I have choice.

Ironic that possibly one of the only days that my parents would consider allowing me a day at home for my "mental health" is a day that I don't want to miss. Math quiz (that I literally will fail - I was trying to figure out these problems for two hours, and I missed all of them. fuck), whether or not I have a seat in econ (fucking econ), psych ( Read more... )

Guess what ( Read more... )

I am in love with Firefly.

(I tried for the past fifteen minutes to put into words how much I love this show, but that is all I came up with.)

Too bad I have way too much shit to do and am going to be completely overwhelmed later in the week because I'm wasting time watching it.

PS, wtf, there's a mourning dove singing somewhere.

I just realized that I have about two weeks during which I have to write at least the first three chapters of two different novels (at least one, but we'll just call it two so I'm not as tempted to back out). Not to mention all the editing I need to do before I send them off. And they have to be good the first time around, no time for changing them ( Read more... )

I want to see There Will Be Blood again, but there are two problems ( Read more... )