December 2009
28 posts
Shut up.
meerissa:
I really don’t care about this subject until people annoy me with it. Especially when my family question me about having a boyfriend. Yes I don’t have one. I’m sorry? No one likes me? What do you want me to say? Another thing that bothers me is when they talk about how all my cousins are in a relationship. Yeah I got it, there’s no need to rub it in my face. Just let it go. Thats it,...
WatchI’m not going to bitch about MTV’s “The Jersey Shore” and its false representation of Seaside (except I think it’s pretty accurate when depicting the guido culture) but I will share this.
LUV DEM BOOKZ
I’m in the Morris Library right now after a night at the bars. Fun stuff.
“Oh, that’s hard. I mean Valentino’s Valentino, you know? He’s an icon. But...”
– Kate Hudson, on her favorite Italian fashion designer in an interview with NYLON’s Faran
Puerum qui servatus est ego ipse vidi.
I’m so very close to being done with the semester, which means I’m so very close to being in Camel Back for the weekend! I’m happy the local mountains are finally opening. This is probably the only reason why I like the cold (sometimes).
Now back to studying Latin and writing a paper on three literary ladies, while having this song stuck in my head:
Party started at 8 and I still don't want to go.
Is it bad that I don’t have a desire to get drunk right now?
I have a problem.
meerissa:
A shopping problem. I’ve always had this problem but now its more of online shopping. That’s probably a bad place for an impulsive shopper like myself to spend her days searching and clicking. Even though it’s finals week I’m still browsing online and studying at the same time. Especially when I’m doing a essay like now. I would write a few sentences or paragraphs, then go back to...
WTF
tumblr confuses me a whole lot. bear with me.
“deranged2005 (12:14:22 AM): ok, i need to go bed, but
deranged2005 (12:14:26...”
– This is why he is the biggest loser I know. Love ya, BA.
Back in Smellaware
After a big birthday weekend for Jimmy’s 23rd (featuring my very own Funfetti cake, riding on a motorcycle long enough for my bum to hurt, the city, snow, Blue Moon, a hot tub, LBI and strangers singing “Happy Birthday”) I’m doing the dishes and getting started on one of many papers for the end of semester while listening to “Lucky” by Radiohead. Longest...
Watching a pack of lions eat an elephant on The...
Analyzing and writing about “The Bell Jar” is no fun at 3 a.m.
Especially when the main protagonist, a.k.a. Sylvia-Plath-in-hiding, is ungrateful, self-loathing and all-around whiny, which I’ve realized are traits that I find unattractive and annoying.
I guess I shouldn’t hate on the novel of someone who committed suicide.