I’m here. And I’m unpacked. And I’m exhausted. And I’m on a public computer in the “business center” (it’s a room with one computer and a nice little printer/scanner that will come in handy) because I can’t afford to get internet access in my room. And I’m on my way to Wal-Mart to complete the list of things I either forgot or didn’t even consider bringing. I miss my boyfriend and my ferrets and my…
The party last night was a good time. Lots of people showed up. I learned several lessons. 1. I am no good at social interaction — sober or inebriated — so I need to just shut my piehole and observe instead of make a fool out of myself by trying to have a normal conversation with anybody. 2. Some people will never be happy or comfortable, so I need to stop stressing over the dispositions…
Patrick now joins the ranks of the educated and diploma-holding, so congrats to him. I just came from a big shin-dig at his house, where I watched as awkward divorced halves mingled with one another, as well as with us, the friends, and some of Amber’s family. It was a fun time — good food and yummy birthday and graduation cake. Poor Phillip, Patrick’s brother. His birthday is today, of all days. It’s almost like…
Not really sure how I managed it, but I got straight As. I was really expecting less, so now that I know I can half-ass it and still slide by, I am sooo tempted to make this my new student existence. Pure and total slacker. I’ve also slacked off of what I needed to get done this week, that’s for sure. But Phil is off today so I will simply drag him around with me…
Spring cleaning is impossible when you have ferrets. At the first crackle of a trash bag, they’re trying to dig their way in to salvage the things they’d like to hide. Already I’ve had to retrieve a container of CD-RWs and a few books they have managed to swipe. Felix wants to learn how to read, bless him. Now there’s a big mound of crap on the kitchen floor, and I can hear the little…
Phil is sprawled on the floor, trying to make an artistic photo of the GameCube’s A/V cords. And when he’s done, he’ll put one of them on the desktop of the computer. Right now, the desktop is a photo he took at work of a package of lighters, all pretty and colorful in a row. I just finished my last two essays for Kubrick class. I’ve been pecking them out since 10:30 this morning. This…
Well I’ll be damned if I didn’t spend a week trying to find a suitable blog skin, and then Blogger went through a redesign and offered this lovely layout, right before I sent them a mail bomb. I must have appeased the Internet gods by e-mailing Amber an unusual amount of times Friday. And hey, John Ashcroft, if you’re reading this, just kidding about the bomb. I might have faked an anthrax scare, though. So…
I tried to use a blog skin from Not That Ugly, which I admired from afar for several months, then forgot about until I saw Kristin’s blog, which is designed by them, and remembered how much I liked some of their designs. But alas, I couldn’t get this one template to work for me. I customized it to match my site’s crazy dark reds, but it kept repeating the title bar with each post. It…
Things are pissing me off right and left today. I’m avoiding working on my last two essays because I know that’s going to piss me off. There’s just all this change swirling in the air around me and it’s all getting really fucked up. Tracks aren’t meeting and trains will derail, I can feel it.
I have to post something about this weird bruise I have on my hand. It is positively heinous. Today, as I hurriedly opened my car door because I was running late, I somehow barely hit the back of my left hand on the corner of the door. It left a little red mark, but throughout the day, it has grown and spread into a blue pool of blood just directly under my skin. It’s disgusting…
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