Happy September!

So I got all caught up with Glee and took down some notes for pretty much anything after 2x05 (since I posted a straight-up reaction post for each episode up to that point, I believe):

( My thoughts/#feelingz (there are lots of them) )

And now back to lazing around like a slug because my one class of the day got canceled. I can spend it obsessively checking my cell phone and email to find out whether I got this stupid fucking job I applied for...



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"In solitude, where we are least alone..." -- Lord Byron

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Cheers.

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BREAKING NEWS: I GOT THE TUTORING JOB!! I'll be working as a university writing tutor on Tuesdays and Thursdays!


This is supposed to be gleeful flailing instead of angry/seizure-tastic flailing

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Dear maintenance guys working right outside my window,

I wish I could find words to describe how fucking much I hate you right now. I didn't think it was physically possible for ladders to make that much noise (much less the hammering y'all have been doing all goddamn day) but by God, you guys managed it. FUCK OFF ALREADY.

No love,
emerald_skies


ANYWAY, just in case any of y'all ever feel like you're a giant loser who needs to get a life, console yourselves with the fact that you'd have to try pretty hard to out-nerd me. Why, you ask?

I put fandom into my jewelry.

( *facepalm* )

Finally, I got around to watching Lilo & Stitch today, and have decided that Stitch is officially my favorite Disney character of all time (OF ALL TIME). Does it seem weirdly fitting somehow to anyone else that my favorite Disney character is a psychotic little alien? I feel like that says something about me as a person psychologically...


Cheers.