There is quite simply nothing I can say.

There were cute girls at dinner. :)

The one, Amber, redhead, threatened to castrate all the guys at the table with a crab cracker. One of whom was her boyfriend. Some kind of would-be vet. Lost all of five points out of 500 in some horrible bio class.

Another one, Caitlin, math minor and theatre minor. I didn't catch her major though.

Sam was also on the vet track. Cute glasses, cute smile, cute voice.

Plus my suitemates, who spent the whole time instructing Amber and Caitlin on the proper way to eat crabs.

Lauren's playing Prince of Egypt. I need to see that movie again. The music is so beautiful. She's letting me steal the CD. I'm mooching so much music off her it's not funny; I took t.A.T.u., tried to take Switchfoot but her files didn't like me, OK Go, and now Prince of Egypt and Evanescence. Yay.

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That was the entry I was writing before Alison yelled at me to study. Then I went to monkey pajama party, so obviously didn't finish it. And of course I absolutely must do this at 2:45 AM. And of course it was the two freshmen they didn't tell that the monkey and the pajama parts of the party were entirely honorary by this point.

Anyone who hasn't seen Liz dance, needs to. I'm fucking serious here. That Get Low song, I will never think of in the same way again.

( Truth or Dare? )

*snarl*

Yep. I just love being a woman.

There was a moment last night when I knew I was going to get it. My intution is weird sometimes.

And now that I know for sure, the cramps will begin.

Great. And I don't think I have any pads left after this one.

Just great.

And I need to basically not stop studying until tomorrow night at 8, which is going to suck, because I don't want to study, but I know I need to.

So the board wants to get together tonight or at least Colles does and GV is having a end-of-the-year gathering and I'll probably hear about other stuff going on later, and I don't want to have to choose between things I have to do, things I should do, things I'd rather do, things I want to do, whatever.

Remind me to do my assessment for Women's Studies by midnight.

Take that.

Rob: 5,000,000,000,000
Feminine hygiene products: zilch.

I wonder if they still give you cute little brown paper bags if you're not buying anything embarrassing.

Comp sci exam was pathetically easy. Done in 40 minutes, can't believe Alison was yelling at me to study that. Why can't we have exams all the time? Screw projects. Give me a 40-minute exam every week over a fucking enormous project every month.

I didn't really feel like eating so I got a smoothie.

My abdomen is an unhappy abdomen.

I have to do women's studies work, study for physics and math, and finish my applications so I can mail them before four. And probably take a shower. And all I want to do is curl up in a ball and be miserable.

(no subject)

I'm so starved for cuddles that I can't stop petting my roommate.

Her hair is awfully soft and I can't believe I never noticed that before.

But still. Petting my roommate?

Almost bad as playing Minesweeper nonstop.

I even went out to the common room yesterday after the CWIT meeting when Hariklia and Alison and Lauren were in there and offered backrubs just because I wanted to touch someone. Nobody wanted one.

Probably just my fucking body making me fucking weird.


I can't believe Jodi gave me an A. What was she thinking? I mean, I thought I did a good job on those papers, if I'd written them for the class I would have expected an A, but I turned them in months late. But hey, why argue with an A?

Time to go curl up on the bed with apple juice and study, or translate manga, or read, or work on applications, or do sudoku, or read tarot. Something. I'll feel better later tonight or tomorrow when my insides stop trying to squeeze themselves out through my crotch and just be annoyed instead of miserable. I should take a shower later because I actually went out and bought tampons.

Aaaaaaaggh.

The book I'm reading is really good though. And She Was by Cindy Dyson. I admit I liked the cover, picked it up, saw the author and read "Aleutians" on the inside cover and bought it partly because I thought it looked good and partly because I thought she might be related to George and Freeman. She's not, but it's still a good book. When I finish it I guess I'll get back to the Tin Drum.

What am I going to do for books over the summer? Logistics must be worked out. If anyone wants me to write to them over the summer, because I don't know how much access to a computer I will have, email me your address.

The ball of angst in the pit of my stomach is lessening, making me less of a ball of angst myself. I'm still going to go curl up on the bed though, since it's 4:30 and I should do some work if I want to have a hope of doing anything other than work tonight and passing my exams tomorrow.