Letters.
I was an only child for 8 years.
One of my favorite activities was story-writing in letters between pen pals, family, teachers and students, lovers, neighbors. I’d write them and then throw them away in the fine arts building.
I tend to communicate with myself a lot. I was having a conversation earlier and referred to “my earlier self.” My roommate is always confused as to whether I’m talking to her or myself, but I’m usually talking to myself.
This just went to a weird place.
Stay Calm.
I swear I almost just had a panic attack.
3 hours to finish writing something around 6? pages, put in citations, and submit my paper in pdf form.
[edit: Note to self - do not pull this kind of procrastination again. It’s not cool. My face feels like shit.]
This is how we play.
- Roommate: what, what are you doing?
- Me: I want to hold your hand.
- Roommate: *pulls out a Leatherman and opens it up to the pliers.* No.
- Roommate: ...at least it's not the knife.
- Me: You love meeeeee.
Memorandums
I like ‘em. They sound fancy and it means that I get to make up proposals (theoretically based on things I’ve learned). New ideas, new ideas, newwww.
Zotero, oh, oh.
Just downloaded the standalone and chrome extension. I hope they got most of the bugs out in time for my final papers!
[edit: :/ the chrome extension doesn’t work. Next year.]
I'm not sure how to keep track of what I like either.
- Me (my fb status): PREACH LUPE PREACH
- SM: Imagining you saying that has me lol.
- Me: We may have gone to preschool together S, but know what http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EBHJH0dsEN4
- Me: Just kidding. Also, can we note the username that uploaded that video?
- SM: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJ1rSywlm7U
- SM: ahahahahahahahahahahah
