I hate college applications. I am bad at them ( Read more... )

Take the first sentence (or 2) from the first post of each month of 2005. That's your year in review.
January: Welcome to Bitchland. Population: Katrina.
February: Dude...I sound like I kiss a lot. In actuality, I have never kissed anyone romantically. And most of those are girls. Good. Glad I'm a lesbian...
March: My brain and my emotions don't ( Read more... )

And here it is, exactly eighteen years after my birth. That is extremely crazy, I'm not going to lie. Being an adult is scary. And it doesn't feel right. I'm not an adult, I don't feel like an adult. So there ( Read more... )

I have been informed that I do not update this little doohickey often enough. And I think the reasons for that are that a) I usually feel like updating only when I feel truly emo, and b) I'm usually talking to an actual person rather than updating in a blank box. But, I really don't have anything to say in this blank box ( Read more... )

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I [heart] Search. A lot. And the Search reunion is basically just a big dance party, and it's the greatest ever.

I'm surrounded by mopey boys and confusion. Yay life!

And...I never sleep, because I'm terrible. Good job, me.

But I love you!

Love,
Katrina

People are disappointing.

Myself included.

Good.

List 10 things that make you happy, then tag 5 friends! (I'm not doing that, simply because it's obnoxious. Whoever wants to do this, can ( Read more... )

I know just about everyone's posted this, but I feel a need to do so as well. So...here we go. Fix New Orleans and the rest. Give to Hurricane Katrina victims by typing your e-mail. It's good. Do it.

I totally agree. Especially now.