in all my nineteen years, i have spent a total of three minutes enjoying bjork. my new-and-soon-to-be-ex-roommate plays her constantly. this is unenjoyable.
i went to magnuson accompanied by only damian, which is a big step for shy lil me. we had lots of fun and my ghostly skin is beginning to form -- oh, could it be? -- a tan. when i was little, i was my daddy's little peanut because i would turn as brown as one during the summer. this is not the case nowadays.
laundry calls once again. sigh.