They just don't get any better than this.

"I know women are crazy. You, however, have reached a new level of crazy called insane and fickle."

Oh my.

HITTIN' THE BOOKS, SUCKAS.

I try not to publicize this blog so often but I feel like perhaps I should. This is my "Plz can I haz home now?" face. I am so ready to go home.

Finals are going to be the death of me.
I have to pack and move.
I am way in over my head with everything.

This weekend was pretty bizarre. Went to the PB Holiday Party which was super awkward and super weird in some girl's random warehouse-turned-apartment. I've come to the realization that there is just no reason to live like that. I mean seriously. You live in an awkwardly designed apartment with makeshift bedrooms. I know we all do what we can, but my parents would never pay for that shit. Never.

Went to a Moving Mountains show at Death By Audio. Again, let me reiterate my extreme disdain for Warehouses turned into anything other than Warehouses. This place had the strangest ambiance I've ever felt in a room, and the extreme pretension that resonated within its walls was startling. I thought I missed local shows. The bands were alright but really, I don't know how I dealt with any of that as a kid. I guess it was more of the friend aspect. Saw Stephen, Liz, A-Kane, and natch, the boys of MM. It was a good time with old friends, and a good break from the people I see all the time at NYU. Certainly not something I would feel the need to do every day, or every weekend for that matter.

I feel very frustrated within my circle of friends and I think that that is probably just because I am going to move in with my best friend out of any of them, and that has me nervous only because I feel like I'm ostracizing myself from everyone else. I also miss Adrienne more than the world can ever know, and it hurts me that she had to choose the sorority over me, but I know that it is a better environment for her. I just wish everything could have worked out differently.

I haven't had a cigarette in 10 days. A+ for that. I'm really into this Israeli and it's killing me. I don't like thinking about someone else so much. I guess I secretly do want to stay single, even though I bitch about my dates and etc. so frequently. Who knows. He could be a nice change of pace.

I can't wait to go home. I miss my babies.

Frustrated.

When I said don't fuck with me, I meant it.
Who the fuck takes over 12 hours to respond to a message?

You're lucky you're foreign.



You are so lucky.
Now go back to the land of milk and honey.

Quit, bitch.

I'm trying to quit smoking again.
Today is day 7.
Today is day "I cannot understand why I ever started smoking in the first place and why no one stopped me and Jesus Christ, what am I supposed to do if I can't quit?"

Today I ran for 10 minutes and barely got anywhere. This shit better work.