So it's been a while. Time to update. MY boyfriend, who has the opportunity to get to this site far less frequently as me, has updated twice since my last post. Oops.
Well, things have been busy, and filled with this restored sense of passion. We can all thank the boyfriend for that.
I am right in the midst of midterms. They are, as one might expect from this school, daunting and stressful. But what can you do? I know, you can have your former best friend from high school come and visit you from Montreal (a plan that existed b.t. -before toph-)
Whatever, I'll keep you all posted.
So what else is new. A friend of mine (and Art's -vaguely) has decided he wants nothing more to do with me. He called me flakey, which he should understand is only true when it's intentional... I suppose it was mostly my fault for not wanting to go hook up with him while in a relationship with my burly protector man that could have snapped that tool in half (or at least fed him conflicting meds and tossed him to the fish) Eep!
Anyway, I need to get some lunch. Class in a few and I have to write some questions for my sociology midterm... Yes,, apparently we write out own midterms in the Ivies. hahahahah.
So I finally have a profile picture, however it's sort of old and also very much squished.
Later ~
Well, things have been busy, and filled with this restored sense of passion. We can all thank the boyfriend for that.

I am right in the midst of midterms. They are, as one might expect from this school, daunting and stressful. But what can you do? I know, you can have your former best friend from high school come and visit you from Montreal (a plan that existed b.t. -before toph-)

Whatever, I'll keep you all posted.
So what else is new. A friend of mine (and Art's -vaguely) has decided he wants nothing more to do with me. He called me flakey, which he should understand is only true when it's intentional... I suppose it was mostly my fault for not wanting to go hook up with him while in a relationship with my burly protector man that could have snapped that tool in half (or at least fed him conflicting meds and tossed him to the fish) Eep!
Anyway, I need to get some lunch. Class in a few and I have to write some questions for my sociology midterm... Yes,, apparently we write out own midterms in the Ivies. hahahahah.

So I finally have a profile picture, however it's sort of old and also very much squished.

Later ~