February 2012
151 posts
I'm sitting by myself at a table meant for four...
My notes and lunch are taking up at least 3/4ths of the table.
When I’m studying for A&P, I become one of those people.
It's almost half past three in the morning.
He’s reading me Gatsby in my dimly lit room.
I’m wearing my polka-dot, owl pajamas.
An ukelele is sitting on my roommate’s bed, and I don’t really know where she is, but that’s okay.
I could get used to this.
