Thanks for the birthday wishes, sweet moo of mine! We're BOTH 21! Holy fuck! Moo, when we're both in L.A./wherever (I'll be in PDX over the summer -- stop by, damnit), we SERIOUSLY need to go out to a crappy bar in Venice (but not crappy enough that we get carried off and molested) and drink a lot. *bounce bounce bounce forreals!*
I kicked that oral exam's ASS! Read the latest entry for details... it even had a really awkward period of trying to leave afterwards! Hilarity! Ei.
Oooh. I'm currently seeing someone who lives in the russian theme house here... I went to tea at the house today, it was ridiculously black; you'd love it. You'd DEFINITELY get a kick out of the theme house if you were here (you'd also like this boy, though not in a foxy way, but in a neurotically brilliant religion major/russiaophilie [that has inadmissiable etymology, I'm sure])... I should learn some sexy slang that I can mispronounce/yell in bed, in my disarmingly 'asian accent attempting broken russian' signature style.
edit: Meep! Surgery? My little kittenblossom, how are your bits?
ahhhhhh!
this is me not doing what i'm supposed to!
crappp!
my retroactive withdrawal went through! yessss!
i now have a 3.3 overall gpa--pretty decent for somebody who spent their first semester of college in the psych hospital.
When I go to clubs, I end up pissing off the dancers because I let them talk my ear off and listen to their stories without buying a private dance. I keep trying to warn them that I just like bullshitting, but they still end up wasting their time with me.
Do all the clubs in Yugoslavia let the dancers pick their own music?