I defended my thesis this weekend. What a lovely and painful experience that was. Lovely because it is finally finished, and painful because it is finally finished and now what am I supposed to do? Oh, I suppose graduate from the rest of college...but how much less exciting is that? The defense was for my Honor's College thesis on Anne Sexton, ( Read more... )

"Dear Calley ( Read more... )

My brain is soupy. My face is itchy and so are my elbows as well and I think it's because I'm trying to get out of being a twenty-something. This time isn't supposed to make sense, is it? --The graduating and finding jobs and having to pay for things I never thought about before and the all over transition into having full autonomy for the first ( Read more... )

So quit your bellyaching. I still post a few times a year =p But really, after my first journal, hosted by ujournal.org suffered multiple deaths and is now, i think, permanently MIA in the internets, I've been sticking to my blog on google since google owns the internets and will never get shut down ( Read more... )

Congratulations Calley! You have been invited to attend a final interview ( Read more... )

Stepping onto my soapbox.

Now. Concerning the presidential candidates whose platforms claim to save lives:

HOW CAN THESE FUCKING PEOPLE CLAIM TO BE PROTECTING LIFE BY OPPOSING RESEARCH TO SAVE IT, PROTECTING MARRIGAGE BY FORBIDDING, AND SAVING LIVES BY KEEPING SOLDIERS OVERSEAS IN A RUSSIAN ROULETTE OF DEATH.

it's Orwellian newspeak straight ( Read more... )

[X] 15 page personal narrative on my relationship to science and nature. DONE.

i have these reccuring dreams where i am in some sort of grave danger, and when i try to dial 911 for help, something always happens. either my phone doesn't work, or the numbers don't work, or i call and then the help takes hours to show up, if at all. so this morning at around 6 or 7am i wake up, startled from a very short dream in which i was ( Read more... )

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To make a Dadaist poem ( Read more... )