in some ways

I really hate Renn Fayre.

laurels

they are so proud of me
why?

i want ome frickin nachos
but the closest ones are at 7-11, and i know those will just dissappoint me (and probably make me feel ill)
but what to do whilst i wait for my adviser to get me back my last two chapters so i can create my giant document? what?
*le sigh*

fat and crazy day

i have no job skills
this sucks

and i have to stop writing in this damn thing so often. arg

...

but do you still want me?
i want you to
how can i help you feel less gross about it? please
sometimes, not all the time
once in a while would be nice (and perhaps more often than now)

i am never satisfied
even when what i have is great

he's more interested in playing the piano than me
and i'm okay with it

:)

ohmygoshi love him so much!

it was hard

when i read Gatsby for the first time
i had such a thing for Daisy

i'm still not sure how i really/should feel about that book
because of that
heh

flipping the fuck out

lame and lonely
sigh...he was trying earlier, but i'd have none of it. maybe he really didn't want it either, but it might have happened.
now i want it, or at least want him near, and he's at work

and i have no friends tonight
poo

i miss the dorms, where friends were right there, even at 2am. especially at 2am.
this sucks.
i hate the almost-real-world.
i want......something else. easier. happier. friend-li-er.
gimmegimmegimme!