The Street Lights All Burn Out

Dreamy sleazy sweety

I was talking to a friend that got back from college. Apparently, she locks her door every time she leaves her dorm room now. She doesn't trust the people in her dorm because they came in and cut her rug. You know, the term for dancing?

I'm feeling that caffeine haiiiigh.

I know I'm in love with Mr. Darcy. But I would never, ever, be Elizabeth. I would be Mary, who would have to compensate for everything by learning. Face in a book- that's me.

I want to go ice skating. Skiing.

Hahaha, I wish you could have seen me trying to learn how to knit today. I'm a lost cause. Abominable.

Goethe's Faust is sitting on my bed. It really wants to be read.

Pulled out a 89.3 for this 9-weeks in AP Art. Point 2 points. Gah, it kills me. kills meh.