The green has exploded. It’s gorgeous. Walking to class from my car, parked in the Tennessee Boulevard-area streets across from campus, my intense lust for a house grew with every emerald lawn I passed. Just a little crop of grass in front of one’s home can be such a comfort in a town where most everything is paved. And then, when I went outside after my three-hour class, everything had been soaked by rain, and…
As I was getting ready this morning, I heard a bird singing outside. I thought it was a cell phone ringing. That’s pathetic. The Birmingham trip was an exhausting near-bust. I got a Yahoo map to one place in particular I knew I wanted to check out (it offers short-term leases on furnished studios near downtown; it’s that place I posed a pic of several weeks ago). Finding it wasn’t difficult with my trusty map.…
Also, happy birthday to Kristin. The big 21 is somewhat of a letdown, eh? And, I’m happy to report that I am not an indie kid. I see you are not surprised. Well, take a gander at this, and then see if you’re one: i am not indie at all! How indie are you? test by ridethefader Who are you trying to fool? Just because you own a couple of Weezer albums doesn’t mean that…
Communication, it seems, like most things, is cyclical. You have periods where you communicate with others easily, taking comfort that your interactions seem to be on the same wavelength. And then you have periods where it’s like your words, intentions, and actions and their ears and eyes exist on a different plane, prohibiting full understanding and fostering frustration. Phil and I have been struggling with miscommunication lately, and it’s driving me crazy. He gets really…
Perhaps the worst part of living with someone in very close quarters is that you pass germs back and forth and, once one of you gets sick, it takes a long time for both of you to get well. It’s my turn this week, as I am shoving tissues up my nose and popping sinus pills like candy. Yellow snot makes me sad. Phil just called and told me he saw my dad on CNN.…
My boyfriend would make a hell of a wife. Just kidding, you sexist pigs. You can’t have him or his deee-lish pot roast. I didn’t see the winning films, but I know who won. Guess you’ll have to pick up a Monday Sidelines to get the details. I finished The Passion, and it was, of course, magnificent. Just as I was beginning to fantasize about what a brilliant film it would make, I learned that…
Last night, putting the paper together was like giving birth. Hours of waiting, pushing and exhaustion. Jason was chosen as the new editor. Congrats to him. I know the committee had a hell of a time trying to decide between candidates. Amanda and Kristin both would have been awesome choices as well. I tip my hat to them all. Though I won’t be working for Sidelines in the fall, I will remain a vocal and…
Nasty weather. April showers. December cold. I’m attempting a bit of a redesign. I’m completely limited by what I can do in Pagebuilder. I would love to do more but I have neither the knowhow nor the time. There might be minor trouble with broken links and the like, so bear with me. I finally finished the Sirens of Titan yesterday and began on The Passion. Titans was pretty good, but it got tedious halfway…
Yesterday: shopping with Joey, Marie, and Amber in Nashville. Lots of little shops filled with incense and unwanted T-shirts. I bought a cool blue pullover button-up and and Hardee’s tee. I got some wooden blue bangles for $2 and some ridiculous sunglasses for $8. I must say, the thrift scene in Nashville is way pricier than the humble digs in my hometown. There, you can rummage through a box of shirts that are a quarter…
Friday Five, on Saturday. 1. What do you do for a living? I’m a student, but I work as a designer/editor. 2. What do you like most about your job? I like the creative process involved with designing pages. I get to take several different puzzle pieces each day and put them in whatever order I think is most appropriate. It’s challenging but it also tests my creativity and resourcefulness, which I love. 3. What…
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