Aspen has been a pretty incredible experience thusfar, although I've been a little dramatic and emo lately. A little mix of everyone, myself included, being idiots. I still feel a little pathetic and degraded, though ( Read more... )

Either the North Shore or I needs to die right now, because this relationship just is not going very well. I have never been so freaking bored in my entire life. You know that I am bored when I refrain from using profanity as a descriptor ( Read more... )

I hate always being the last to leave. At 9:00 this morning, several of us stood on the driveway of 137 Elm and said a tearful goodbye to Megan, and then to Kira. I said a goodbye to Rachel yesterday that I tried to emotionally distance myself from so that I wouldn't have a breakdown ( Read more... )

In what seems like an adequate conclusion my Junior Year at Oberlin, I will be departing today with a particularly nasty hangover. I would rather not think right now about all the friends who will not be back next year, or the fact that I have to be out of here in half an hour and I haven't finished packing. I also would really like to barf right ( Read more... )

I'm sorry, i did not credit Rachel and Helen for that moving guest entry yesterday. props to them for capturing my voice so eloquently.

i'm thinking about purchasing some NEW BOOBS! i'm debating between going tradition with a flesh colored pair, or getting something flashier a la elton john. fuschia? mayhaps. feedback is greatly appreciated. i also need to consider the size of the nips and how much color contrast i want against the flesh. flesssssshhh. mmmmm ( Read more... )

perhaps an update on my life ( Read more... )

How many songs ( Read more... )

So I may or may not have gotten really drunk and high last night and emptied the contents of three gallons of Whey Protein that I stole from Barrows on North Quad. BAD LIFE DECISIONS.

Rachel and I went to the con last night after dinner with the intentions of being good musicians and practicing all saturday night. It somehow turned into us spending three hours in a computer lab making a recital invitation featuring Paris Hilton and looking at MySpace ( Read more... )