Wow. So tonight, I suddenly got up the courage (thanks largely in part to Liz) to talk to my mom about the apartment situation. I'm sitting there on the phone, litterally SHAKING... I have a fucking list in front of me of "reasons why I should get an apartment," and I'm stammering these reasons to her, and she goes "Marnie. Calm down. Your father ( Read more... )

AAAAAHH ( Read more... )

So, I'm seriously thinking about sharing an apartment with some people this summer, and if I'm in Des Moines next year, then as well. One of these people happens to be Louis. I have never wanted to talk to my parents about anything less. I want so very badly to make this apartment thing work; it just seems so right to me. I love my parents, and ( Read more... )

And that's it. Spring break is winding down. I have to go back to stepford now, and that's definitely one of the bottom five things on my "things I want to do" list. Every time I come back to Des Moines, I want to be in Naperville less. I'm seriously sitting here feeling queasy, because I don't want to go back that much. There's nothing wrong ( Read more... )

THREE NAMES YOU GO BY ( Read more... )

I really fucking hate people who think it is so fucking important to be "better" than other people.  I really, really, do.  I don't know where this is coming from.  I can't say that I've never done it a little bit, but I make a conscious effort to avoid it.  The only people who I find myself really doing that toward are people I don't like... and ( Read more... )

( Yoinked this from Mandi's Myspace... or should I say, Mandi'sspace? )

Yeah, I just spent 20 minutes on the phone arguing with my boyfriend. The topic? Mullet v. Marnie. Marnie was the victor ( Read more... )

My ears = pierced (plus)
Tenor = closed (minus)
fucking with Ricky = hilarious (plus)
glasses = missing (minus)
me = sick (minus)
c-

Hey, Roosevelt kids--when is Five Women? I want to see ( Read more... )