thinking in the third person thanks to facebook status updates. annoyed by her own brain. still wearing pajamas. listening to Queen. disliking flaky friends even though she herself is quite frequently a flake. here to tell you that “Premonition” is the worst movie ever made, and not in a “Tammy and the T-Rex” wonderful way, in a “Hollow Man” demand-your-money-back way. Irish. bored. in the school newspaper this week. gooooooooooin’ to the chapel and she’s goooooooooooona get ma-a-a-rried. sick of that song. made of magic. baking bread. now aware that the cupboard above the stove is a bad place for butter to live. still not sure what “ephemeral” means. going slowly bonkers.