Two stupid lists that no one cares about.

Things I hate:
School
Work
My broken phone
My bruised shin
My missing tweezers
Cold wind
Dieting
Unpaid bills
Unpacking
My split ends
Procrastination
Stupidity
Boys
8 o'clock classes

Things I like:
Battlestar Galactica
Vitamin E
No class after 10 am Friday
My gray hairs
Baby carrots
Blankets
Socks
Financial aid
Friends and family
Catching up
Randomly nice strangers
Infomercials
Peppermint body wash
Keeping a journal

Mine.

I never gave you this one. Which is good because it wouldn't be special anymore. It was always my secret. Though I may have been on the verge many times, I never gave it up. It's mine. Not yours, not ours, but mine.
xo

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- E. E. Cummings

Realization.

I'm the only person in this town who knows how to drive. And I'm pretty terrible, actually.

What I'm doin'.

Looking for a place to live. Like an apartment, or a warm box, or a van down by the river.

In the inimitable words of Jon Stewart.

To the guy who left 5 books sitting out for me to shelve at midnight, the raincloud that froze me half to death, the girl in my class who talks about her stupid fucking life all the time, and the douchebag who wanted to know why I don't like Sarah Palin, but got too wasted to hear my answer:

Fuck all y'all.

I don't need a weatherman.

Why I hate fall: Dry, cold weather means I actually have to moisturize.
Why I love fall: It's fall.

Apparently there aren't enough real things to annoy me.

Listen, myspace. When I log onto your terribly-addictive website, I do not want to google something. If I wanted to google something, I would probably fucking google it. But you have deemed it necessary to initially insert my cursor into the search field at the top of the page. Meaning that I have to click elsewhere on the webpage in order to scroll down with my keyboard arrows. This may seem like a minor thing, and trust me, in the grand scheme of things, it is more minor than minor. However, it's annoying to go to a website that has millions of users and have this stupid thing happen as soon as the goddamn page loads. Unfortunately, it's not enough of an annoyance to keep me away.