Alfric denies Emily's existence. I couldn't gain access to the book in the safe, but I'm sure her name is there now ( Read more... )

I haven't been in classes this week. I know.

This weekend I'm speaking with the Dean, and I will not mince words. Also, if someone would like to visit the antique shop with me, soon, that would be appreciated. I can do all of this alone if I have to- but I would rather not.

I have decided to speak directly with the Dean concerning disappearing students. Apart from saying that- I have no easy way of writing now. Every word is its own score for a requiem ( Read more... )

BU accepted me, but I'm turning them down. Brahman does have good prelaw, and I realized one crucial thing- not only will I have friends going there, potentially or definitely, but it's in a much nicer location within the Boston metropolitan area; when I visited BU, what it seemed to offer was Fenway, which I suppose I could learn to appreciate, ( Read more... )

Things are better, or they pretend to be ( Read more... )

Have I become enough of a skeptic, have I grown so jaded so young, that the passing of one life is now something I immediately must deem circumspect ( Read more... )

Spring, O Spring, grace us with your presence and soon. I was outside for only five minutes at a time today, running between classes and food, etc., and I am still convinced that I nearly got frostbite each time, for all my efforts to cover every last inch of skin.

Spring, be kind.

I have registered to be able to pick the next President and other such individuals. I have also registered to be shipped off to and die in any country of those individuals' choosing, should anything go awry. Guess which part I'm excited to have done. Poll: do you think, given that the Selective Service does exist, women should register for it as ( Read more... )

I'm turning eighteen tomorrow ( Read more... )

Once, maybe even as late as last year, I would have regarded this day as a date to go to church in the middle of the day, feel absolutely horrible about life in general, and walk around school being told that there was something on my forehead. I didn't see the point, so now, this time, I'm not even going. This year for Lent, I'm giving up guilt.