my school's bad connection can just suck it...being disconnected for 5 min was probably the worst experience of my life. i should sue.

when i get stressed about professors, I like to go online and find out what their credentials are. That way I know whether or not I should pay any attention to this person or not. After all you dont wanna sit around and swallow everything any Ph.D wants to teach you.

i really wanna be an SA, and it almost bugs me cause i dont think i'm gonna get it. they want "diversity" and i dont look hispanic, i look white. which isnt diverse. so yea, i'm kinda bummed. but what can i do right? blah.

john mayer is yummy. not bc he's super attractive,(bc he's kinda dorky), but bc he can play the guitar, and goof around and have fun while singing really wonderful songs.

my macro prof is giving us back or exams and allowing us to retake 2 sections in it. Its the exact same test, and we have 90min to take it. on our own, at whatever time we want. I cant get used to this system at this school. I dont know, i know they trust us, but this is ridiculous, we've already seen the test, and we know what to study for it. and he's gonna allow us to retake the same exam, for 80% of whatever we get. I dont know how i feel about that.

every single movie that I watch at this school makes me feel like I need therapy after I finish watching it. I dont know why that they assign these depressing movies to a bunch of happy intellegent girls/ (women whatever.) So yea.

ok so it snowed today, which wouldnt have been so weird, if the day before it hadnt been in the 60's...i dont know, but other than that, today was the best mail day ever! I got a book, a letter, a package from the boy, and some other stuff! It was like christmas! i love mail

maybe global warming isnt such a bad thing, its a good ol' 60 degrees here...pretty nice

why is my religion movie in italian? whats up with that?

conundrum...ppl like this word...i dont know thats all i got

i always think its cool to meet new people and find that they're pretty cool and not snobby...(yea yea andy i know)

my room smells like chopped beef...i dont know what to do with that

macro went fine. I dont believe any of it, so it makes it hard to be able to take a test on it, but thats ok,its over and done with, which always makes me happy

days are always better when u do what ur supposed to and are just honest and upfront with people, and boys who dont go to your school always make things better...yea, i'm giddy

i hate macro economics...i hate it...i also hate having to do math without my 89...it makes my brain hurt and not in a good way...

my italian horoscope- amore: Per evitare le solite, sterili discussioni, punta tutto su cio che vi unisce, e non su cio che vi divide, salute: sei sensibile al freddo, copriti bene ed evita lo stress, soldi & lavoro: devi contenere le spese, evidanto di comprare cio che no e inispensabile- whats it all mean? i'm supposed to not argue with my lover and focus on the things that divide and don't divide (i dont know)...then it says i'm sensible to the cold, and to have lots of blankets and avoid stress, and the last thing it does is tell me to not spend my money...the italian horoscope is telling me to hide in my bed with warm blankets....kinda like that.

boys are cute...this school needs more boys

u wonder to urself sometimes "i wonder what a liberal liberal arts women's college is like?" u really wanna know? its like this: "Just because you're born with a penis doesn't mean you're a man." [insert name of the prof here]. welcome to my world

i am victorious. My brother wrote about me.

my bro emailed me, and it was pretty random, and i was just confused bc i still have the whole little sister thing going on when i dont understand the concept of my brother talking to me on his own. The whole time i'm wondering why my brothers actually talking to me...like i'm somehow still the little girl who used to fake cry so he would get in trouble and not me...so yea, now i feel like i've accomplished something worthwhile bc my brother decided to talk to me today. its like that full house episode...i need sleep.

i think more people should write about me.

i've been living off maalox for the last couple of days...i'm conviced that its just overpriced chalk and that its the equivalent of a sugar pill but whatever...i have to pull an essay out of my ass for women's studies and i think the class is a bunch of bull...dont believe me? how about this: "The deep sleep into which the women of the twenty-seventh year fall is an intellectual castration...." intellectual castration...what the hell i'm i supposed to do with a liberal arts degree?

yesterday was one day in my life that I'm never getting back. I spent the entire day asleep, because i got sick. I hate being sick...

boston is just a really fun place...i need to not be so far away from it...

andy's are amazing...but then again i think anyone who is able to put up with my crazyness (quirkiness whatever), is just amazing...

I have learned that the best way to scare a man sh*tless is to mention the word "life" in relation to your own, and all u really need to do is vaguely mention their possible involvement in it...I should write a book

if theres anything that i've learned from going to an engineering school is that a roll of duck tape and cardboard will fix any problem...with those two things i could make myself a house...

i just paid $2 on a roll of duck tape...i feel exploited

non joy of womens college: someones nasty undies in the bathroom sink...::gross::...

i hate how my friends live right next to the bathroom, whenever i just wanna go pee there they are...and so i start talking to them and forget about going to the potty...

i made dirty signs so people would come to the valentines tea that i'm having in my dorm...they were made in honor of all the junk mail that comes to ur mail every morning...my favorite is one that says: ENLARGE YOUR PENIS! come to the v-day tea...its a women's college....ahhh...fun stuff

its cold outside...and i want to wear cute clothes, bc theres nothing attractive about jackets and hats...its a wonder that ppl up here can even procreate...

i hate the feeling of looking into ur planner and seeing that ur gonna get done and theres nothing you can do to keep it from happening, it makes me just wanna shut the planner and go give up and watch some TV...augh only 24hrs in a day...

i'm excited about valentine's day, and i never have been before, so its strangely nice, and i'm just really excited at the idea of getting a sappy card (unless there is no card...i dont wanna assume that i'm getting something...although i want something sappy*hint* like pretty pink flowers *bigger hint*)...anywho, yea, i'm excited...i'm just really giddy

i've been lisening to John Mayer's wonderland, for the last couple of days basically on repeat...its like the perfect sappy love song...i highly recommend it

i wanna play rugby, and everyone is telling me not to, that i will be broken in 2, and that my ears will be riped off, and that the lesbians on the team will for all intensive purposes will rape me...or violate me. but i dont know i wanna try it, and see whats it like. and i think i have enough aggression in me to be able to play well, and i'm fast enough to run away from the bigger women...i just wanna try and see if i like it...but we'll see...my friends are saying they will call my mom if worse comes to worse...i laughed

i've been having too much fun lately to write much, but thats a great thing. i'm so glad that i came to this school, its like a large slumber party. its still amazes me how much fun i'm really having here, bc i'm really one of those people that thought girls were no fun. I've decided that i have amazing insticts, and that everything that i do is right...i moved the room around and the roomate agreed that it was probably for the best that i did it while she wasnt here. i picked a random school in the north and i'm having a great time..i dont think i can do any wrong at this point

i sent an email to my coach telling her i didnt wanna cheer...i think we all knew thats not really my thing

ah yes, so the roomate and i talked and all went well i think, things came out, and we got everything like out in the open...which is always great...i went in to italian (late as normal) and the girl next to me like ask me what i put in my hair to make it smell so good....and i'm thinking "shampoo?" i dunno, but i may just have like a natural great scent...more research needs to be done

i moved the room around without telling the roomate, so its this weird feeling of guilt and non-guilt...i mean really the room looks great...its like 2 singles basically, like we dont even live together, which is great, considering the room is so small...i kinda feel guilty and then i dont bc i bought this great lamp that just makes me happy...i havent gotten anything academic accomplished this weekend...thats probably not good...oh well, it'll get done...