you taste like strawberry weed.

i downloaded like 20 songs yesterday. i meant to wake up this morning and sync my iPod, so i could listen to those marvelous sounds all day.

well, lo and behold, i overslept. of course. so i have no new marvelous music makers on my iPod, and it saddens me.



is it possible to become addicted to blogging?
bc i feel like i am. it's a lot of fun.

i know you can't put any like deeply interpersonal thoughts, bc people read it. but it's still pretty great. even writing about normal, everday, sometimes useless stuff makes you feel better.

i worry about not being able to make it in the photography world.
i worry about college. and grades. and if i'll be good enough.


hows that for interpersonal? not much, i say.
i should paint my nails. but alas, i dont have the time, nor do i really want to. lol


i want to make a new friend. a really great friend. someone i can talk to about silly stuff, or serious stuff.
sometimes making friends proves to be difficult.


i'm still in computer graphics. and i'm starving my arse off. ten minutes til lunch! yayyy.


i wonder why things are sometimes awkward.

not the boyfriend, he's great. and he GOT ME TRANSIBERIAN ORCHESTRA TICKETS FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!
things are never awkward there. :D

i think im getting too personal. i never get personal. strange.


my mom's going to morgantown tonight. i'm worried about my uncle.


what is it about blogs that makes you personal???


i better get off before i divulge my deepest, darkest secret.



oh no! its coming bubbling out!!!!

















i love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.