Tomorrow morning symbolizes the end of my life as I have known it. Think about it--I've been in school for as long as I can remember. Quite seriously, my earliest memories are from pre-school (eating peanut butter and honey sandwiches at lunch with Amy Ford, in case you were wondering; those are delicious and I still eat them, in case you were ( Read more... )

True story: I have sitting on my bed three printed, bound copies of my thesis. I also have in a sleeve, reformatted to honors-college-approved standards, a copy of the same. Without title page, epigraph, and other such silliness, it is a full 146 pages. Son, that's fucking ridiculous. I shit you not ( Read more... )

So I bleached my hair today. I have not yet added the color over it. It's pretty excellent.

( Camwhoring is fun! )

I am waiting for my hair to bleach. My bleach kit didn't have instructions in it, and the L'Oreal website only had instructions for dye, not bleach. So I invented what I was supposed to do, based on pure panache and instinct. Improvisation is fun, especially when it involves chemicals and my headIt smells so incredibly foully of peroxide in here ( Read more... )

An adjective, ideal for modifying the noun that is me: "mess ( Read more... )

IN THE LAST 24 HOURS ( Read more... )

IT IS NAMED.

THESIS 2k7 I HEREBY DUB THEE:

Presence and Absence, a novella by Vivienne Pustell.

"Writing is a struggle between presence and absence. Wade through the shallows, and if it's deep, swim." -Lu Ji

An email received ( Read more... )

This whole thesis editing stuff? Total crap. I am so not into it ( Read more... )

I am currently enjoying what is best described as a "smug" sensation, also slightly... awkward ( Read more... )