a quick update on things:
- i am finished with all my papers and things for midterms, leaving me mostly free to read and fuck around. spring break begins for me on friday at 3:30pm and i can't wait. the prospect of reading for pleasure again is almost too much to bear, in the best way possible.
- my pink eye is gone! i celebrated by breaking out a new set of contact lenses and spending an impossibly long time playing with the new makeup i bought. as a result, i look pretty much the same as i always do.
- i made a mix cd that was actually a musical autobiography. each song was an accurate representation of my musical taste and mindspace/sense of reality at that time in my life. it was fun to make, but in the process discovered that i really was one very depressed (and pretentious) teenager.
- there are certain people that on the periphery of my everyday social life about whom i wonder why we communicate. i really have to wonder why i attract hangers-on, usually male, usually lonely, and usually suffering from some form of depression or general ennui. i'm not going to be anyone's salvation or faraway love object anymore. i'm there for people but i can't save them anymore. the reserves are exhausted.
- also, i have a bit of a thing for Airwolf but shh, don't let him know that...
that's it. i'm going to go straighten my hair, or read, or do something that's goddamn productive, because everyone knows that journaling and perusing SG certainly isn't.
- i am finished with all my papers and things for midterms, leaving me mostly free to read and fuck around. spring break begins for me on friday at 3:30pm and i can't wait. the prospect of reading for pleasure again is almost too much to bear, in the best way possible.
- my pink eye is gone! i celebrated by breaking out a new set of contact lenses and spending an impossibly long time playing with the new makeup i bought. as a result, i look pretty much the same as i always do.
- i made a mix cd that was actually a musical autobiography. each song was an accurate representation of my musical taste and mindspace/sense of reality at that time in my life. it was fun to make, but in the process discovered that i really was one very depressed (and pretentious) teenager.
- there are certain people that on the periphery of my everyday social life about whom i wonder why we communicate. i really have to wonder why i attract hangers-on, usually male, usually lonely, and usually suffering from some form of depression or general ennui. i'm not going to be anyone's salvation or faraway love object anymore. i'm there for people but i can't save them anymore. the reserves are exhausted.
- also, i have a bit of a thing for Airwolf but shh, don't let him know that...
that's it. i'm going to go straighten my hair, or read, or do something that's goddamn productive, because everyone knows that journaling and perusing SG certainly isn't.
rebel_rebel:
i think he already knows. 
heavyhitterlarry:
pinkeye sucks