I want to make a new mix cd for my mother. I want to show her Kissing Jessica Stein. I want her to know I'm understand how important surviving this year was.
Just the tops of the tall trees are moving in the wind. It furthers the feeling of hurricane brewing. I've been in the library for almost five hours -- the starbucks coffee machine makes the worst coffee I've ever tried, and this building is freezing.
Every once and a while, I get hit with a feeling of excitement about beach week. I'm excited about beach week now.
The cute one named after my brother just walked in. I liked his sister. I think we would get along if I hadn't contracted tounge-tied disease since coming to this school.
Thursday night I satyed up until almost 7:30am, then slept until almost nine am, got back up to finish a paper and a presentation before my ten am class. That's a pretty good representation of my entire week last week -- only Thursday night was the most hard-core. I don't know how I did it. My body hurts when I think about how little sleep I keep putting into it.
It sounds silly to say that I'm feeling happy these days. It's important that I'm feeling happy these days. I'm feeling happy these days. I love it.
I can't wait to watch Kissing Jessica Stein with Mama. I can't wait until I learn how to talk again.
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