habite

so i'm down off of my euphoria from the other night. i just got off the phone with my friend terri and realized that i really ought to be way way way more upset about the whole guy thing than i actually am... i think i'm ok... i really do. it hits me every now and then but i really think i'm ok with it now. i just want to yell at him one night in front of everyone and let them see what he did to me. i don't care if they all know, they'd understand. i just want everyone to see how sneaky he was.

moving on though

i hate pretentious people. my creative writing class is full of them. i just turn around and give them death stares whenever they say something stupid. i'm really good with my eyes.

my backpacking teacher is cool. and he's missing a finger. i'm hoping there's some sort of frostbite story there. i'll have to see. my friend bo is evidently good friends with the guy (stayed at his cabin last week?!) so maybe he knows. hahaha backpacking.

CHAUCER SUCKS RIGHT NOW

and i love french phonetics.

love
lindsey.