awesome. the draft for my essay so for (due in..oh..7hrs) currently says "I love poetry. Why do I love poetry? Because I love it! So stop bugging me, biatch. " All thanks to stace, my rad roomie :) this is a collaborative effort folks-- as stace says "This kind of geniusness doesn't happen alone".
so i'm sitting in my room, alone, watching queer eye... I haven't done any work today (and well, slept most of the day too) and there are clothes all over the floor (somehow my closet exploded...i couldn't stop it). But it's nice. haha. somehow, the chaos of my messy floor, desk, bed, and everything makes me feel at home. :) am looking forward to this weekend. (just have to make it through one more day)