Talking about stuff with friends always helps.

There is a house that the we desperately want and we're hoping that the person will get back to us today so that we can go look at it.  It looks so damn nice from the pictures and has a fenced backyard and a doggie door for the puppers and aaaah.  I want it.

Also I love that I have the type of relationship with my professors that allows me to make jokes with/about them on facebook.  Basically, my comparative prof is very "culture doesn't matter; only institutions matter" and I found a book which is titled "Culture Matters," so I took a picture and tagged him in it on facebook and it has been really funny to me.  I'm a child.

I love my department.  Really, I do.  I don't know if I'd be doing so well if I didn't have a place that was so supportive and encouraging overall.


I've been thinking a little about stuff that is owed to me and (as much as I don't want to see him), I would love to just go up to him and be like "Hey dickface, get your ass to an ATM, take out $200, and hand that shit to me.  Also I want my goddamn sweatshirt back."  Though I'd have to wash that I think...many times before I would even think about wearing it.

Because while I really don't want to talk to him, I am still fucking pissed that he - after constantly saying he would pay my parents back - still hasn't given me that fucking money.  Meanwhile he has plenty to go to fucking Ursinus every goddamn weekend and take his new chick out and everything.  What the flying fuck.


I should have known you'd bid me farewell.
There's a lesson to be learned from this and I learned it very well.