Dwagons

I have reached the point where I do not want to do work. At all. Anymore. For the rest of my life. Suddenly, anything else in the world sounds more important than me getting my 4.0
SCREW YOU ADELPHI, and the black panther you rode in on.

I had a scary dream last night that I was killed by a dragon.
Well, it didn't kill me, but it threw me around a lot.
And then left me for dead.
And all these presents were falling out of a flying monorail in the sky.
I couldn't enjoy them though cause...the dragon was watching.

Stumbleupon.com has become my new sanctuary.

I reaally, reeaaallly like Miley Cyrus's new song, and it angers me that it isn't on itunes. I also never thought I would ever say that.

Ouch.

Lauren Sauer's infatuation with blogging has inspired me to create my own little blogsphere.
I think we both just miss our livejournals too much.

I'm about to have a nice relaxing weekend away with TSJ. In Jersey.
Nothin says "i love you" like dirty jerz.

I need this though, so bad. I haven't had a day to myself since classes started up again. I'm not allowed to bring actual clothes either - just sweats....and nipple tassles. Nope. Just Sweats.

I have a new obsession with Missy Higgins. Her voice is so soothing. I can't stop listening to her. It makes me want to write music. I need to find someone to collaborate with me. Times like these i wish i were more musically independent.

Getting your period the night before Valentines Day....not as cool as you'd think it would be.