i don't like it there.
but, i like it here.
and i can't wait to love it there.

good thing holly is coming with me.

happy december 27th everyone.

it was thirty six when i went to sleep last night.
i turned off the heater so i could know what it feels like to sleep with no heater when it was thirty six outside.

i love my parents.

somehow, i feel restored.

praise god.

christmas is a wonderful season.

Somehow I knew that when I came up here I would be able to write my statement of purpose.

I wonder if that means anything.

Waterfalls and bare trees really make my heart smile.

This world is a beautiful place (for more than a few reasons).

I don't miss home.

Goodbye.

i don't know if anyone (myself included) realizes how amazing my life is.

i like things that are free.

we built an entire gingerbread city! fully equipped with a city hall, forever21/candy shop, starbucks, ice skating rink, chirstmas trees and ginger people!

eighty four dollars and nine hours later we were finally satisfied.

yeah.

-another drunk awkward situation: check!
-amazing roomies and friends: check!
-headache: check!
-chicago spring 2007: check! check! check!

i'll say this, i am NOT looking forward to this tuesday.

"This portfolio will get you into the school of your choice."
it's nice to be good at what i love.
here's to being successful.

art. art. art.
chicago. chicago. chicago.

awkward conversations and being walked to my car are really nice. :]

nothing is important enough to write in here except that i love annie warshaw.

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