one week from now i'll be in san francisco, bitches!

damn near midnight and i haven't done a lick of work all day.

it was a great day.

i have to write a poem about something i've never understood. i think she meant an incident which occurred that had some subtext to which we were not privy, but i might do it about the urge to play videogames instead. what IS that?

"you, of all people, should know better than to stereotype."

i stereotype all the time! especially about the ones i love!

sean did not ruin a funeral, due in large part to my help.

i have to write 20 things that start with "i saw and i heard" and i haven't started, and i'm NOT that observant. okay, i am, but it's really hard to be observant without comment or judgement.

it is also really hard for me not to think i am everyone's life consultant. if i do this to you, stop me. it is not my job to plan your job, your internship, your classes or your life. not unless you explicitly ask. i need to break this habit.

even though i still think some people need to change their majors, some people need to change or get jobs, and some people need therapy. (if you think it applies to you, figure it out on your own.)

i reserve the right to make an exception for exes. i will yell at you for being stupid about your breakup whether or not you want me to because that is what good friends do. they listen, let you cry, and keep you on track. if you hate it, leave me.