psp

rachel, who was like my favorite of the initiates dropped out. sad times. sad times, indeed. Here's to an ... eventful... week!

weekend

really, i have a lot of stuff i need to be doing, but really, i just want to watch a movie. and chill with this guy, whom i love, but he doesn't know it. and that's the way it goes sometimes.

where is my roommate?

So, my secret is that last week i rushed phi sigma pi, a national co-ed honors fraternity. I found out on saturday that i got in! so it's gonna be a crazy semester.

hungry.

i've had a secret all this week, but today someone found out and i'm kinda sad. but kinda relieved. but yet i still don't want anyone to know.

i just ate food but now i feel more hungry than i was before.

beauty

you don't have to find someone sexually attractive to find them beautiful. Abbas is beautiful (as is Sharon)

longing

i finally got all my music transfered over to my apple. i'm not sure how good of an idea this is, because i've re-rediscovered sixpence none the richer. i'm not sure i can take the emo/angst with my current mood.

russian dreams

i had my first dream that incoporated russian, it wasn't in russian, persay, but my professor was there and making up crazy spelling rules, that don't actually exist in real russian

FRIDAY!

vagina monologues. and i'm not on crack. and i had a russian test today that i'm really nervous about. guess i'll have to wait until monday.

pictures

hopefully added daily at flickr

a dream is a wish your heart makes.

i was in my room. other people were in my room. studying. like it was the lounge. i walk out the door and over to the kitchen where rosie was decorating a cake for her ex-roommate's birthday. a picture of the little mermaid was on the right side and i suggested she put cindrella on the left. "a dream is a wish your heart makes," i said. "oh! that's perfect then!"~ she replied. i don't know why it was perfect. but the picture wasn't turning out perfectly so i went to get the white out. which was black. after we applied it to the cake, i got the urge to check and see whether it was toxic or non. because we were putting this on food. rosie had left the room by this point and i was freaking out. i couldn't find the "nontoxic label" and decided to go hide the bottle in my room. so i go back over there. people are on their knees doing homework on my bed like i used to do at real home. I go to the door, and look at the handle, there is no key hole or way to lock it. everyone in the room is asking me if they're bothering me, being in my room and all. and i'm thinking "YES!" but i say "no, it's okay" because i know they don't have a lounge to go to. so i try to lock myself in my closet to change. which, mind you is a really sweet closet, walk-in and has a light and everything, but i'm still like "wtf, mate ^^ ?"

i guess that's what i get when i go to sleep saying "i hope i dream tonight" and then don't get up when my alarm goes off the first time.

so, there's this guy...

are you living on a chance for hopes & dreams?

i'd given it up. let it go. you know how dreams die, don't you? you convince yourself that you've changed; it's not what you want anymore. and it hurt a bit, but you work on moving on. then today. then today happened, and it all came back. i want it back! i want my perfect dream. i've still got the dream, but the hope that accompanied it has gone. it won't happen.

i've lost hope.

(100 points if you can tell me what the title is from)

russian should die.