Depression. Wolves.

Yeah, angst.

( Because apparently being both a literature major AND a creative writing major is impossible. )

Except, well, getting this email from my American Lit professor this evening KIND OF MAKES UP FOR IT:

Hello Sarah,

I would really like to use your midterm essay as an exemplary or near-perfect
student sample of this assignment for my future AML 3051 classes. I will remove your
name so that your essay remains anonymous. If this is OK with you, simply email me a
copy of your midterm essay in the form of a Word document attachment.

I do appreciate it. Your essay is remarkable for being well-written, articulate, and
engaging. Keep up the excellent work.

AHAHAH omg I am rather THRILLED. Especially when I thought I was just pulling stuff out of my ass. WIN.

Oh yes, AND, I wroted a 1900 word or so SPN piece here, mostly about the Metallicar, but I think the boys are in there a bit, OR SOMETHING.

Let me conclude this by saying DWIGHT, YOU IGNORANT SLUT. Ahaha I love it.

World's most amazing pinky finger.

Um. I really shouldn't be doing this, because I've got a stupidload of papers and presentations and aaaghhh stuuuuff coming up for the end of the semester, but, what the hey.

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(I also have MSN messenger and googletalk, so, YOU KNOW, if you don't have AIM, let me know your other screen names!)

Breaking radio silence since... a long time! Sometimes I am kind of antisocial, I KNOW, I'm sorry. Mine is ohgodofprogress, because, yes, Sufjan.

I'm drinking Teavana's Haute Chocolate right now, and it is absolutely amazing. Ngh, tea.