I'm annoyed with the people who run the NYC-Five College shuttle.

Do not tell me that you offer rides back from NYC on Saturday evenings if you are not actually going to provide them.

Homemade fudge is delicious but I feel sinful eating it and not in any way that makes me feel good.

I will never remedy the sadness that absorbs my entire body every time I see or hear from him. I feel blue in my toes and my ears and my lungs and my shoulders and my hands and all the places in between. Time refuses to move faster and in its slow-passing state, I seem unable to recover from the hurt he inevitably had to cause.

I already miss home. I miss my family more. We began decorating the house for Christmas last night and all I want now is to be there with them, humming along to overplayed holiday songs and stringing garland around the banister in the hallway.

Nineteen days and then I am free.

good things

Today I:

-passed in my English paper.

-got an A on my Stats exam.

-ate mashed potatoes for dinner.

-am one day away from going home!

I can't wait to return to something like this.

48 Hours

I cannot wait to go home home home home!

All I had for dinner was sticky white rice, a piece of toast, and some graham crackers.

How do I eat food made in the same kitchen as the food that didn't agree with me?
I hate being sick.

Registering for classes sucks.

I have nothing else to say, at least nothing intelligent.

I am writing a paper in the library and I'm freezing.

My feet seek refuge from the cold beneath my folded and crisscrossed legs. My sweater is fully buttoned as, too, is my peacoat, and yet I can still feel the goosebumps lurking beneath my sleeves.

The girls on the couches a few feet away are talking loudly. They have no homework to complete, only conversation.

Their own coats lie strewn across the floor.

I don't understand

how some people keep the company of genuinely mean persons.

My inspiration for peace.