about school is new pens.  I love new pens.  I love how they sit in their packages, so orderly, so full of ink, untouched by hand or mouth or rabid pen-eating cat.  I know there will be other new pens, but this is probably my last set of school new pens.  Let's take a moment, shall we ( Read more... )

See?  All those English classes were good for something ( Read more... )

What would a unicorn do?

In other news, I was chatting with my mom about my cover letter and through the course of the conversation she managed to tell me about a million things I'd done wrong with my resume and letter.  Even though she looked through both months ago and pronounced them "fine."   Argh.  Getting my mother's attention is like trying ( Read more... )

I was looking through my u-mail and found a message with the title "fruitcake what."  Also another with "Nice Jewish Girls Gone Bad," but that one was from Hillel.

I logged onto the UCSB website today to find out what my tuition would be for spring.  Even though class doesn't start til April 2nd, I have to pay up by March 15th (grumble).  So, I scan my bill and glance at the total ( Read more... )

I just came back from my meeting at UCSB and I'm unofficially readmitted!  And I may only have to take 2 classes next quarter to graduate!!!  I still have my doubts about that, if only because it seems too good to be true.  Regardless I DON'T have to repeat any courses which means I don't have to read those heart-wrenching books for Literature of ( Read more... )

It's a Giada Disaster

So funny.

and so I am.

Over Christmas I spent some rather uneventful time in the hospital, but I haven't felt great since I got out.  Hence the silence.

Here's what I did before and after:

I finished knitting the sweater that was just a strip in the last post.


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I'm back in Thousand Oaks.  It's odd to move back into a room that I haven't really altered since high school.  Some old posters need to go, most old clothing has already left, and my books need more dusting than one human is capable of.  I seem to have accumulated an entire pile of perfectly good shoes that are too uncomfortable to ever wear.  ( Read more... )