faeriewench

Oy vey.
I'm actually going to graduate. On time and everything.
My advisor should be voted into godhood.

It's sad when a girl finally gets up the nerve to ask a guy out on a date, but he lives 800-some-odd miles away.
It's even sadder when she gets turned down.

Harumph!

Another of my neon tetras is dying. Sigh. There should be stop-swimming-all-sideways-and-wonky medicine for fishies...
Heh. I've ordered a very small pink sewing machine. And my knitting is coming along nicely.
Reassure me that neither of those detracts from the sexiness I know I possess, please?

Oh! This weekend I learned to skip rocks and throw a punch.
I <3 me.
No, really.
I do.
I swear.