whoo-ee.

I really do try to like Reese Witherspoon. I do. I wish I could. Maybe there's a pill I can take for it or something.

Also, I am a stupid girl. Please write that down for future reference.

I miss the alephz. Hardcore. As do all of us. But we've decided to deal with our separation anxiety through very mature methods. By this, I mean we're all going to pretend he's on his way to Shari's every Friday evening for the next three months. Denial. It works awfully well.

God, I'm a stupid girl. But you already knew that, because you've written it down by now.

I am so fucking ready for this class to be over. I am also so fucking ready for this headache to go away and this fever to get the hell out of my body. Anytime now.