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people make me spectacularly tired. especially frat boys who treat me like a four-year-old and then deign to call me after I've gone to bed early on a Friday night.

I am a hermit by nature. this is unacceptable. tickle fights are unacceptable, fucking cartwheels on Old Main mall are unacceptable, and stupid boys with bad taste in literature are unacceptable. "omfg a wall full of John Grisham why have we not fucked by now?"

but a couple of you know who I'm talking about so I will shut up now. I'm a big big asshole. you knew that too. he's not a bad person. just slightly less awesome than I am, which means he needs to stop TRYING TO FEEL ME UP.

recent developments:

1. I'M SPENDING FUCKING JANUARY IN IRELAND! studying LITERATURE. with two of my favorite PROFESSORS of all TIME. and every time I think about it I cream my PANTS.

2. I got my first bridesmaid gig. what the fuck, yeah. krysten. a bridesmaid. awkwardness ensues. at least it's a winter wedding. I'm so glad that bitch is having a winter wedding.

3. the interview for that super hot library job went well but not unbelievably well so I'm not counting on it. which blows because I totally wore the world's most uncomfortable shoes to the interview. and TIGHTS. also, if I don't get this job I will somehow have to live off $48.75 a week. for once I can say "it's a good damn thing I'm living at home right now grumblegrumble."

4. my waking thought this morning was, "I'm going to start calling people 'kittenchow'."

5. I'm going to go buy some Animalum frostedcookium now.