It's weird watching my life disappear into a bunch of carboard boxes and get labled as "Clothes"..."Desk Stuff"..."Books"..."Jackets/Sweatshirts"...

On that note, if you don't have too much homework and you've always wanted to be in one of those really romantic train station scenes from the movies, come see me off tomorrow night! My train leaves ( Read more... )

For the first time in my life, I am displeased with Powell's. Way to not have any of the books on my college list bitches ( Read more... )

Packing has begun. 2 boxes filled, many more to go ( Read more... )

Shit. I've been bummed out all day. And the last few days for that matter. I've been taking my vitamins, drinking lots of water, eating plenty of fruit...I even went for a bike ride yesterday...and yet I still feel like Chicken Little ( Read more... )

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Came across this in my online travels today ( Read more... )

Holding down the fort while all my friends leave for college is fuckin' tough man. Luckily I only have to be strong for 18 more days and then it is my turn to blow this popsicle stand.

So basically I've been spending my time kicking major hardcore ass on the gee-tar (except no I'm not). I can play--count 'em--ELEVEN BADASS SONGS, not including ( Read more... )

I adore my guitar calluses. I just adore them. I want to spoon them.

So basically I'm barely holding it together what with the mass exodus of friends leaving for college this thursday. Friends are dropping like flies! And soon it will be me and I too will be among the disposessed and broke. Crap.

I got mugs! Out of which I will drink collegiate hot ( Read more... )

I have been to Hell, and it is the DMV ( Read more... )

Those of you who thought that Lauren's Pathetic Quest for Employment couldn't sink any lower than my mom asking the waiter at Spaghetti Factory for an application underestimated my desperation. On Saturday I spent 4 hours scraping moss off of a roof while listening to my uncle tell me stories of how he shoots woodpeckers off the side of his house ( Read more... )