06 February 2009
♥ this week i can't handle:
Headaches. And the early onset of senility. I feel like I'm going insane.
The assholes on the fourth floor, who insist on [recreational furniture moving / a basketball tournament / jump roping / throwing bowling balls from their lofted beds / training circus elephants] in the wee hours of the night/morning.
My short hair. It's been a month and a half. Shouldn't I know how to style it by now?!
Mrs. Dalloway. Forgive me, Mrs. Woolf, but I can't work up much sympathy for a spoiled aristocrat who chose to marry the wrong man.
Midterms. I can't believe midterms are already here.
Missing Maude. I feel strangely guilty for not having said a proper goodbye, like I've abandoned her. She must have felt very lonely when I left here there, on the side of the highway, falling apart. If there is a car heaven, I'm sure Maude is there. (Or, if there is still a chance of her revival, I'm hoping she doesn't go toward the light...)
The balance between work and play. Or, in my case, lack thereof.
...how long til spring break?
2/06/2009
