worse hem job ever,
project runway here i come.

my insecurity level is currently through the roof. i don't know how it came about,

but its been hanging around on my back for awhile.

if i know everything is socially constructed, why do i feel so ROTTEN?

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i love love

potlucks at the house on cayuga - drinks, singing, FOOODDDD, dancing, tapping, slapping . ....

facepaints, taboo, art(ists_)

AND

"pass the gorp, jesus"

(as i prepare for drunken slumber tim belts in the living room as if every song he sings is to grace - ))))))

:B

"she moves so easily she reminds me of sunlight"

drunk tim = falling + hugging

tim fell half-way down our stairs this evening. i had to bandage him up .

this is, quite literally, what happened.

count down (or maybe up - ?? )

10 days until i am 21.

3 days and fifteen minutes till i am in chicago.

3 days and fifteen minutes until i see carmen (and maybe even Garmen!!!).

3 days until i give a bullshit presentation on the apollo program.

2 days until i turn in my take home final to my professor/meet my group members to glue things to a poster.

1 day till i start assembling the group paper.

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7 hours till i should be done writing my take home final essay.

edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros

good show last night, first one i have seen in santa cruz .

in addition, the internet in my apartment has gone MIA so now i am sitting in a coffee shop that is actually wonderful but i got the last seat sitting next to the mens restroom so now i get the delightful smell of piss urry time some man goes to the bathroom.