Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical (hermionesviolin) wrote,
Elizabeth Scripturient (the delinquent, ecumenical
hermionesviolin

My computer froze for the umpteenth time tonight as i was almost done with this post.

I hate having to rewrite posts.

I have such a long list of things to do today and no motivation to do them, but i really have to.

I have a headache and ate way too much tonight.

I hate that Sara doesn't talk to me and that i don't like her so i don't talk to her but i still do "like" her somewhat. I hate that jealous inferior rejected whatever feeling i get whenever she's friendly with anyone else in the house. I hate that i can't just get over it, move on, not care. Blergh.

it's on the tip of our tongues / the look in our eyes, in the glare of the sun / the touch of our cold fingers, when we say goodbye / the way that we linger / the way that we lie...

I talked to a number of friends tonight, though, and my Soc group is so on-the-ball and i met with my other presentation group at brunch and we divided up the work reasonably. My life does not suck.

Less than 2 weeks until home. This is weird. There's so much i love here, and being home is always a bit weird and a bit off, like something that was always such a comfortable fit that you never even thought about the fact that it was fitting, and now the fit is imperfect, and every time you turn it chafes and you are aware of how it doesn't fit (yes, i'm making some weird metaphor about wearing jeans here, and doing a piss-poor job of it i know). But it's only 3 weeks and it will be a very good 3 weeks i know. I should be very excited.
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