she brings me spanish clementines...i eat them by the waterside

I am bored + tired + cranky. If I had any discipline I'd be working on one of the two major papers that will be due not so far away, but I am not, I'm listening to Amy Ray and contemplating working on my zine. Yarrgh. My room is dark and my mouth is dry. I miss Vassar people and home people and feeling happy.

Sorry this entry is so lame. (Kate Gruber, dyou know what colors yr livejournal used to be? the brown and pinkishness? Can you tell me how to do that?)

The fucken phone is ringing. I'm gonna go.