knock a little louder

john travolta as a woman? i might just have to see hairspray, if only for that.

no no no. no daydreams about sex with people. it stops after a certain point- when i get grossed out by it.

they had pasta again. with pesto sauce.

i got desperate and made something new for me. it's not a novel invention, but i started cutting up banana slices and putting them in my cereal.

i'm haunted by ghost(s). what is it that you're supposed to do to exorcise the spirit? acknowledge its presence and some other mumbo jumbo. i forget.

all these facebook applications are disgusting. i'll probably cave and add one someday like everyone else.

constantly reminding oneself that time isn't being wasted, that what you're doing is worthwhile- too flighty to settle for just one thing.

the teacher didn't take attendance today. i didn't have to go to class. why didn't i?!

academia: publish or die.