I have posted New York photos. To those of you who went and want any of them, feel free to rip them from this site. I’ll be posting all of the photos in high-res formats on a separate photo-hosting site later, so you can get better ones then, if you’d rather wait. Also, the art photos are finally up. And I’ve added a new Life in the Day. Enjoy.
Hee. I can’t believe I like a band like Tool, whose lyrics are so sick and dirty and probably offensive to my core beliefs. I mean, I sing along loud as I can to a song about prison sex. Well, as long as they’re in love… I think I have my fall schedule figured out. I’ve got to take 13 hours, so I’m taking 15. Here’s how it’s looking to shape up: Monday and Friday…
I knew I cursed a lot, but I didn’t realize how much until an 11-year-old was in the room with me during my conversations and I had to stumble over every other word. Also, naughty things on television don’t seem quite so funny when you’re wondering if his little sixth-grade brain is processing all the comedic irony. Remind me not to procreate, please. There is romance in the air. I like seeing people learn that…
Rain. Worms on the sidewalks. Water in my shoes. It’s fitting that the first day back to school from my superbly relaxing spring break is naught but a dark deluge. I assume it’s merely foreshadowing my hectic week-to-come. Writing April Fool’s edition stories, layout and graphics. Starting/finishing three ad redesigns for design class Wednesday. Pinning down exactly what’s going on with the SGA elections. Production tomorrow. Rewriting my damn Kubrick paper. Reading a ton of…
I think I might be a vampire. I live in a cave of an apartment, and in the afternoon, when I rise from my bed, I barely crack the blinds and wince at the light outside. Yesterday, I ran errands and was swerving all over the road as I drove, squinting at the brightness, eyes watering in pain. I couldn’t even open the left one. And then today, I’m trying to get used to the…
It’s technically Saturday and not Friday anymore, but I want to wish Phil and Amber a happy birthday. Somehow both of them were born on March 26. That is crazy. And then there’s Joey with his birthday on the 27th. Everyone who’s anyone has a birthday in March. My mom, my dad, my nephew, and these guys. We celebrated during most of the day, though Phil got up feeling sick and commenced puking at 6…
Lately, it seems as though I get behind if I don’t post every day. Does this mean my days are filled with exciting events and amusing anecdotes? [Monday] Recuperation and rest (i.e. laziness). I got a haircut. It was cute that night, but not so cute now. It requires some sort of product to give it structure, but I prefer not to discipline my hair while on spring break. [Tuesday] Went to the Frist with…
Home. Phil’s making chicken tacos and I’m downloading all the pictures off my camera onto the computer. I had a really good time. Bought lots of frivolous things I would normally not touch: Aveda lip gloss, shampoo and conditioner; $1 books from Strand by authors I don’t really know anything about; a chocolate sundae from Cozy Soup and Burger. Took more than 200 pictures. Don’t worry. I won’t post them all. +Wednesday+ I hung out…
I’m going to New York tomorrow. So far I’ve only had quick bouts with nervousness. I’ve only teared up once. This flying business really gets to me. It’s so perverse – just testing my mortality by hurling myself on a giant bus in the sky at thousands of miles per hour. But worrying doesn’t really accomplish anything. This sucks. Yet I’m slightly excited because New York trips are always fun, and this one will be…
You know, it’s not as if I live in a major metro area or anything, but I honestly forget how quiet the peaceful rural Tennessee is. I’m so used to hearing my 12 neighbors and their cars and their friends’ cars, and inconsiderate motorcycle drivers and people without mufflers and fire trucks and ambulances and all the sounds of a busy little city. But here in Saltillo? I can hear cows from 5 miles away…
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