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Ethnicity. A European Medley!
Location Radomyshl, Ukraine
School. Seattle Pacific Univ
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Even an end has a start
Wednesday. 4.30.08 7:39 pm
Thirty-eight days until graduation. Five weeks and three more days. It's about freakin' time.
In other news, I am on the eleventh chapter of New Moon. The disease is spreading. If I don't get a life soon, I will have finished two books in a week.
Saturday. 4.26.08 5:12 pm
This has been on the radio a lot... and even though I'm pretty sure this isn't the official video... the funkalicious 70's-ness fits in well.
I don't know about you, Edward
Saturday. 4.26.08 12:47 am
Ok... I've jumped on the bandwagon.
I'm reading Twilight by Stephenie Meyer.
I started at 2pm this afternoon, and I'm nearly halfway through.
I don't know how to feel about this.
I am an Anne Rice person... and I live in Washington State... and the characters are in high school. Everything just feels so wrong.
And yet, I keep reading... and it makes me want to cuddle.
I feel like such a crazy person
Sunday. 4.20.08 4:59 am
My earlier post may or may not remain private, but I don't think I'll delete it.
Basically, I went bat-shit crazy because I had no idea where my boyfriend was all day until about ten minutes ago. I had thought we were going to hang out, but he wasn't answering my calls. Then my cell phone died, and I didn't know if he had tried to call me, or if he was just being an ass, or cheating on me or what. I oscillated between anger, panic, and depression faster than a fucking histrionic crack addict.
At last, I discover that my mom's charger works on my phone, and I am able to send him a text, which he does not reply to for another two hours.
I'm pissed at myself for letting someone so irresponsible and clueless take care of my heart. It's sick to be that dependent. I'm physically and emotionally exhausted. Thank God for Billy Corgan.
Am I so blind? Blind to believe...
Saturday. 4.19.08 11:01 pm
I live in a social cage.
Wednesday. 4.16.08 6:55 pm
I have a problem.
I am an elitist food snob.
I will try just about anything, but I only want to eat food that is good, and good for me.
I don't want to go to Red Robin/Chili's/TGI Friday's/Applebee's with you. Nor do I want to go to The Cheesecake Factory, even though it seems classier and you once saw a waiter there that you fancied that you're never going to fucking talk to.
Yes, roommate, I'm talking to you. And everyone else at Seattle Pacific University.
Please, let's go somewhere that we can't find some amalgamation of in every half-rate suburb. We live in Seattle. Seattle is a major city. There are lots of choices here. If you still want a goddamn burger, let me take you to the Broadway Grill where we can at least see some hot drag queens while we're at it. I guarantee it won't take us 45 minutes to be seated.
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