and the fall. i hate everything. there are the periods of time when all is good. then there's the eventual downfall. i think i do believe in kharma. fuck.

Why the fuck does man-pms exist? And why can I recognize I'm being a total ass, but do nothing? Argh, sorry Maren. I wasn't feeling that bad before but then everyone showed up and loud noises and touching and over-exuberance to me being dead tired.. not a good mix. I woke up at 6am to […]

I weighed myself. I was a few pounds lighter. I'm celebrating with ice cream! nummy.

peachers you rock. walking on a beautiful november day. pretending kolb is there. eating lunch alone. fruit pizza. microwave pizza. fruit punch courtest tessa. life is beautiful sometimes.

Hmmm, debate and interp were.. decent. That's all I'm going to say there. On Saturday, an article I wrote on the school play got published on the front page of the Brookings Register, that's the local paper with a circulation of like 20,000. That's just plain insane. My name and my writing in front of […]

Maren is the coolest person ever. I love her very, very much. I've known her for about a year now and she keeps getting neater and neater. I see her every day and when I don't see her for a few days I get very sad. I felt guilty when I was glad that she […]

my tummy hurts. i blame steph, or something. Yar, Kharma is biting my ass for having such a great weekend. It started last night with me hitting the rugby mobile. For the uninitiated, the rugby mobile is a little grey shitbox car that sits outside Steph's apartment often. The topher-moble made a rather unskillful turn […]

Wow, a fortune cookie that came true! I got this on Saturday night, and the next day I found myself in Aberdeen, land of juicy, wholesome, goodness. It started by meeting Steph and Tessa at Wal-Mart. Yay, I hadn't seen Steph for a week and she had an anti-stylish new haircut that was stylin'– I […]

It's not enough, this is a habit! Damnit, every line in this song works. Violent Femmes are freaking great, but that's not the song in my head. Beck's pretty Deadweight.. Ahh, who can be sad when there's so much beauty in the world? Elections, Ha! Interp, He! Debate, HO! Responsibilities. Feh. They take care of […]

i'm going to bed. mental reboot. here's to a better tomorrow!

Hmm… I probably said something about it before, but I started a 'real' notebook/journal thing. I've been writing in there a lot as opposed to dead journal. I don't really know what to share here now, for fear of being repetetive. Hmm.. this four-day weekend went way too fast. I don't like responsibility. I had […]