Oy, I thought I was moving into an apartment by myself.  Turns out I was wrong.  I am currently rooming with Blattella germanica.  I'm so pissed.  There is a sign on the front of the rental office for my complex that says "Sparkling Clean."  I was told my apartment was clean.  No, it isn't.  I have to wait until Monday for an exterminator to come ( Read more... )

1) Get into OSU. CHECK
2) Don't fail high school. ummm...yeah?

The turkey at my grandpa's house was undercooked and not so tasty so my parents have decided to redo Thanksgiving dinner.

writing a lap report on the wrong lab has turned out to be a very bad idea. very, very bad.

I am so excited! I finally got a cell phone. You should call me.

I got my annual, "Oh, sweet Jesus, it's too damn hot in my house to have hair" haircut today. So now my hair is short and the sweat can evaporate off the back of my neck, but the bangs keep the sweat from evaporating off of my forehead. I would also like to forsake long hair in writing. So, long hair, you are forsaken, don't come back. I don't ( Read more... )

My mouth tastes absolutely awful. I had my wisdom teeth removed last Tuesday and it went really well. My face pretty much hurt for the first day and then after that it was good, but I have the holes to clean out still and I'm really paranoid about them. For some reason I have the worst fear that I'm going to eat something and a little bit of ( Read more... )

Yesterday my Uncle Rob called my house and I talked to him for about ten minutes.  My dad did the same, a feat that is impressive in and of itself due to the fact that they have been fighting bitterly for God knows how long.  Anyway, when I was on the phone with my uncle we exchanged the required pleasantries and caught up a bit.  But the fact that ( Read more... )

ah, I can never sleep again. I was in bed and about to fall asleep at a decent hour when I thought to myself, "man my stomach's itchy, it feels like something is crawling on me." So I scratch my stomach and I feel this little round hard thing fall off, I pick it up off my bed and turn my lamp on to see what the hell it is and it is a tick. A ( Read more... )

Oh, man. I finally got around to watching Mr. T's "Be Somebody...or be Somebody's Fool" and my life is changed. Mr. T is a pillar of morality and common sense in today's chaotic world. Verbally abuse a peer? Okay! Just never, ever disrespect a mother. Read more... )