we say: "you didn't try"

[timeripple]

This place actually looks soggy. There is exactly one thing on the bright side: there is now a Trader Joe's a mere 35 minutes away.



A transition has somehow taken place, in which this house and this miserable excuse for a town have become "the place in which I grew up" rather than "home". The whole place screams "Teenage angst!" at me. I want out. L.A., here I come. Or so it is to be hoped.

Or maybe that's just the jet-lag talking.

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[timeripple.livejournal.com]

Glory. Yes, well, that's a bit of a situation. At the moment I am deeply disgusted with myself. My mum says this morning, "You know, I was just looking online, and you can change your reservation for only $20, if you want, since your class doesn't start until the second week..." There's no good way to tell them what I was thinking at that precise moment, which was, if I could jump on a plane outta here tonight, I'd do it. *rolls eyes* Clearly I had better busy myself with this and that. But I can't help thinking:

"I love your majesty/ According to my bond; nor more nor less."

Ah, Shakespeare.

[kayselkiemoon.livejournal.com]

it is very tough. can be/has been/will be. is. take heart, kiddo, the days will pass.

Shakespeare, mmmm. ^_^

hey, which class are ya taking for wintersession? *ears perked*

I'm sitting here watching The Philadelphia Story - my parents and brother are all out on errands, and I just don't have the energy to do more than lie here, catch up a bit online, and comfort-movie. :) but