saviorette

it hurts knowing i've disappointed someone.

and on a much lighter note...
i finally have someone i can really talk to. someone who i can have conversations with that don't start with "dude, remember that one time..." and end in "damn, we were fucked up".

i'm at home when i'm supposed to be at the airport meeting one of half-palauan, half-white's best friends. but i have a test tomorrow, so i cancelled on that. the sociology test should be cake considering it's about gender socialization and one of my classes already covered the topic a bajillion times over.

it's also very nice to be home.