Dear Jade ( Read more... )

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I recently decided that I want to get into plants ( Read more... )

Rumors, as a theatrical production, has come and gone ( Read more... )

Home for some days, where my mom buys me pulpy orange juice
(because I might be the only person in the whole world
who likes to be able to chew their orange juice).

So far, I've enjoyed: the drive home with Walid cursing in arabic at traffic,
a mix with the track listing written on an unfolded cigarette pack
(you're so fucking cool like that ( Read more... )

I've had a remarkable number of ground-breaking conversations ( Read more... )

When we're arguing, and he throws his books on the ground ( Read more... )

It's good to be back at the zoo,
and all my classes are great except for maybe Geosci, which isn't even terrible.
I auditioned for the Theater Guild and I think
my audition went really well, I'll find out tonight if I made callbacks.

Fingers crossed.

Last night we had margaritas and danced a lot,
and it was just what I've been needing.

I've got winter-pale skin
and a grey mood.

I am, theoretically, hibernating.

Two thousand five had a lot to offer ( Read more... )