It is officially fuck'o'clock in the morning, and I'm still awake. IR is still not done, and neither is Lit homework.... heh. I am officially screwed, and can't even bring myself to care at this point.

Oh, and by the way, Happy Easter.

Eh-hem.  AHHHHH!!!

Fhew.  I needed that.  I am going frigging crazy right now.  I need to know how the musical is going.  I'm sure it will be fine, but still.....I want to be there.  The idea was to stay home tonight and to finish this damn IR historical outline, since this weekend is pretty booked, and then to see the musical Saturday night when ( Read more... )

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I'm waiting....( (hee!) )

I first heard this read by Mrs. Rigel when she was talking about the death of her son.  I hope it's appropriete now.

( I love Walt Whitman... )

Killing time in the library....( I want to go home. )

Survey whore strikes ( again! )

( Everything to Everyone )

I wish that I could show people themselves through my eyes. Like "A Bowl of Oranges"-- "But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall, I think we'd see the beauty then and stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges..." I wish that people understood themselves better-- not to mention eachother. I ( Read more... )

Life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face...( (I want to watch Dogma now...) )