uncommoncold

I live like such a slob when I'm in my own suite. It's almost amusing how radically different it is than living with roommates- with them, I'm all respectful and whatnot. Here, I have nobody to answer to... except for the landlady.

She's five times the worst roommate I've ever had, and hell, she's not even supposed to act like a goddamn roommate. I gave my notice to move out on the morning of the last day of November. It was rather awkward and a little bit uncomfortable. I dislike not getting along with people... but not enough to change the way I act, in this particular situation.

Oooh, vague.

People from my high school past are popping up like daisies these days. Random e-mails and such. It's kind of nice, actually, especially since I'm getting over the whole "hating on your hometown" schbang.

Today's plan: clean study clean study clean study. Midterm tomorrow for my only year-long course, and I don't know a damn thing about Thucydides. At least I'm all over Sophocles like Antigone over her brother's burial site.

My girl Norelle got kicked off America's Next Top Model last night, and I wasn't even home to watch it. What a tragedy.

I'm over it.

Tom Waits is tearing my heart out piece by piece, and I'm loving every single moment of it.

I'm happy that I'm not emo.

everything you can think of is true