life isn't better. but it's getting there. and i suppose, that in itself, is life; getting to a better place. drinking to the state of the union address equals death when G.W. Bush is the president. but atleast a fun death. it feels like i swallowed a porcipine, so i'm going to go take a nap before class.
first night home - spent the night with my man, it was so nice, slept in late second night home - niptuck craziness, then blizunt with old friends tonight - hm? i just made dinner, and now i'm wrapping christmas presentsss, oh how martha
today a hanging file folder got caught on my wrist and cut my tattoo. urg. i'll have to see after it heals if it needs retouched. only one more exam to go, next monday i'll be on that plane home... and i know where i'll be that night. he called tonight and said he misses the warmth of us. so do i, i think?
last night i went through an 'the school i'm in make me feel inferior' nervous break down. but it ended. after tonight, my tow biggest papers will be done, and then i just have two big exams to study for
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