SCENE I ( Read more... )

I've been sitting in my bedroom smoking rollies and listening to Noël's music for three days straight. Occasionally I paint. Not that this is a problem, but someone please call me and ask me to get out and do something. Please.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

-J

I'm home.

EXT. BUS STOP - MIDDAY ( Read more... )

I still love Fountains of Wayne. I'm listening to their cover of "Baby One More Time," and, yeah, it's pretty funny.

I got sick drunk Thursday night at our alternative seder. Last night was fun too.

More later?

-J

Sophia claims to have been taken captive by Sandinista rebels in Nicaragua in March.

I e-mailed Tracy.

We're having an "alternative" seder.

Jesus loves you.

-J

It's snowing. In April. AGAIN. We had SEVENTY-FIVE DEGREE weather LAST WEEK, and now, not only is it SNOWING, it's ACCUMULATING.

FUCK NEW ENGLAND.

I've slept 22 of the past 36 hours, but I'm thinking of going back to sleep anyway and skipping Arabic on principle. I really shouldn't, though, so I probably won't.

Probably.

-J

I just love how I've been taking this language for almost a year, and I still have no way of expressing that I need to eat. I don't know how to say "I'm hungry," or "I want food." I can say "I want" (which we learned only on the side) but I do not know how to say "food." The second most important word in any language after "bathroom" (which I ( Read more... )

Let me know if you want to read it and I'll e-mail it to you.

I was totally on top of my shit. 100%. I finished my paper, e-mailed it to myself, everything was totally good. It was 1:15. I lay down on my bed to wait ten minutes before heading off to print the paper and go to class...

Woke up ten minutes ago.

FUCK

FUCK

FUCKFUCKFUCK.

-J