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| My new baby:
Does anyone has Office for Mac so I don't have to shell out another arm and leg?
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| This is disturbing but at the same time sweet to know you have family that cares that much about you:
My uncle who lives in Baltimore: "You can live here with us next year
when you go to Johns Hopkins. It'll save you some money.
We'll cook for you, you don't have to worry about mice and cockroaches,
and when you have a boy over, your aunt, cousins, and I will leave the
house to give you some privacy (giggle)."
This is a tragic day. I lost a car :( My dad is back from
China, and my parents decided they aren't going to buy another car
because suddenly they decided I don't have much need for it. It's
the ticket - they can't forgive and forget. That means I'm under
house arrest again in this scary suburbian neighborhood where strangers
smile at you when you pass by and dogs bark because they know you don't
live in this development the size of a small town. Thank god I
have you, Mondays with Hell's Kitchen at 9:00 pm EST. The snooty
English bastard with his obnoxious yet cutting bitching is saving me
from popping prescription pills this summer. We'll see.
Meanwhile, I gotta go catch my show. You should too (see above).
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| Freshman year, my hotass pledge mom, C-Spot, gave us this bamboo shoot in water at our presents. There was a tiny sprout coming out it and she said, "It'll grow as your sisterhood grows."
It's practically a small tree now. Amazing, how after four years, I still have that thing and it's still growing. I don't even keep clothes for that long, but I've kept something alive for four years. Amazing how I've burned it, let it rot in water I neglected to change for over a year, and let the spiders and bugs have its way with it. And it still stands, a little less vibrant than it was before but still standing and growing. How fitting.
Just want to let my lil poiple girlies know that I am unbelievely proud of the work you have done. You have the strength, the sisterhood, and the capabilities to do anything. Yeah, that's right, listen to that. If I'm old enough to take your abuse, i'm old enough to boss you around :P | | |
| Got this cute little thing from lisabisa
one. reply to this xanga entry with your name, because i would like to say a couple words about you.
two.i will also give one or two words that come to my mind when i think of you.
three. we all could use a boost now and then, so steal this for your journal and make someone else's day as well
do it and help me procrastinate ;)
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| Tomorrow, I have a midterm and a prelim in the morning. I need to be up in a few hours and I'm still unprepared. So naturally, I'm blogging.
Things are finally settling when graduation is nearing. I remember last semester when my friends and I were having quarter life crises about our futures and cried we're gonna be living with like deadbeats with our parents for the rest of our lives.
But just recently, I found out I got into my top choices for grad school, and my friends have jobs and futures waiting for them.
So maybe, things really do work out because, not despite, how much we stress out about it.
Which means I need to get off Xanga and do what Cornell students do best, short of suicide.
Good night and wish me luck! | | |
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