I made it home just in time for the infomercials. I’ve got to present my big future newspaper project in about 9 hours. I guess I need to go to bed. But my bed is empty tonight and that sucks. Phil’s in Memphis rocking to the tunes of Against Me!. I’m munching on re-warmed Zaxby’s chicken strips. I think I feel sleep creeping up on me. I won’t ignore it.
I thought I would be productive today and get up earlier than needed so I could frolick to campus and begin checking things off my massive to-do list. But the M’boro Water and Sewer Dept. decided to poo-poo on my plans, so they cut my water off. And Phil paid the bill! So he calls and sets things straight (he’s at work), but they can only loosely promise that they’ll get it back on before…
Wednesday is a my big group presentation. I’ve got to write a creative platform and then go pull the entire design together … even though it’s not technically finished yet. I’m seeing a late night up in the office in my immediate future. The weather is weird. It’s almost like there’s not really any weather outside at all. No humidity, and the air seems almost like room temperature. The sky today was overcast, just a…
Overslept. Alarm? Never heard it. I missed the bus to Birmingham. Kristin is going to kill me. I’ll have to bake her cookies or something and come in extra early tomorrow. KHall, if you’re reading this, forgive me. I am a colossal loser who can’t operate a clock radio. I’ll make you any infographic you want, you just name it. So I’ve been thinking about the future a lot lately. Hence the title to this…
I don’t like the look of my blog. I tried to be all minimalistic and stuff, because I didn’t want it to be annoying and flashy, because I knew I’d get tired of it. Well, I’m tired of the silly purple-and-white blandness. I need more. So I’m out hunting blog skins, and let me tell you, I can’t find anything worth spitting at. It’s enough to make me turn my attention to Diaryland, because there’s…
Back: Miraculously pain-free. It’s amazing how we forget that pleasure is often simply the absence of pain. Brain: Tired and overworked but still buzzing with life. Job: Begins May 24 at 7:45 a.m. sharp, when I’ll report for orientation. Groceries: Have not been completely consumed, though I did have tacos tonight, thanks to Phil and his practical know-how. He sure is a whiz with a skillet. I think I’ll go into work early tomorrow, and…
Valentine’s Day. Over with. Phew. It’s not just singles who hate it. There must be masses of couples who hate feeling socially obligated to do something nice for their other half one day each year. I prefer to think that my boyfriend is obligated to do something nice for me every day each year. To celebrate The Most Superficial of All Holidays, we cashed in all our spare change at the CoinStar in Bi/Lo. We…
That’s not so much a Barbra Streisand shout-out as it is an MST3K shoutout. Giant Spider Invasion, if I’m not mistaken. But I’m a bit rusty on my MST trivia, so leave a comment if I need to be corrected. My group meeting went pretty well. I pitched a couple of ideas that combine some other members’ ideas and I think we have a viable product. I also came up with a cool name, which…
So I go to this medical center in Nashville today to get a physical/drug test and the people are all really rude to me, acting like I’m an inconvenience to them. I wait for 30 minutes in the lobby, watching person after person come and go. When I’m called back, the doctor looks like he is on crack. His eyes are all red and watery, his nose pulsating with broken capillaries. He’s shifty, looking back…
Already, I’ve seen something cute today, and it’s only 9:30. I was skulking through the parking lot this morning, looking for a spot, when a woman and a little kid crossed the intersection in front of me. The kid, a 4-year-old blond boy, by my estimation, help up his hand for me to stop and smiled, mouthing “stooop” as they crossed. Heh. Direct deposit will save my soul. Even if my hard-earned $500 check has…
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