Hello LiveJournal, I've neglected you for a long time. I'm back now, and I make no apologies for where I've been, because I know that you will always take me back and accept whatever I write whenever I want you to. I could run out and get a Blogspot and use that for months, years even, and come back to you and you still wouldn't even say a word ( Read more... )

Good thingsI finished my Ulysses essay for my Joyce class. Those who have seen my msn name know that I wrote about poop. And boy did I write about poop. Here's an excerpt ( Read more... )

There is a bone in your ankle. It's called the talus. It, with the help of some tendons and muscles, is pretty much the bone that connects your leg to your foot. It sits on top of your foot and your tibia and fibula (the leg bones) rest on it ( Read more... )

I'm convinced that I'm a jinx for every sports team that I like. I've never seen Thierry Henry, one of the best footballers in the world, play a good game. Every time I watch Arsenal, he's utterly ineffective. The Leafs never win when I watch (though I won't take full credit for that...). And it was rebroadcasts of the Canadian men's hockey ( Read more... )

Things that I've enjoyed today ( Read more... )

My faith in Joyce scholars has been renewed. Actually, it was never really there before, so I guess that it's been made. Or kindled. Or some really really big word that Joyce would use ( Read more... )

One of my favorite things happened today. The music I was listening to as I walked back from class synced up with the world around me. This happens all the time. When I'm walking and the music just seems to suit where I'm walking or I'm on the bus and the music is perfect for staring out the window at the world going by. This happens so often, ( Read more... )

I wonder if dogs can also smell it when someone's wasting time. I've been at the computer for hours now doing nothing, and she's been barking and only seems to have stopped because she's made herself hoarse. She seems desperate about something. Clearly, she's telling me to go to bed. So I'm going to go to bed.

Good night.

Strange break this year. I was coming home no matter what but I wasn't sure whether or not I actually wanted to. The smart thing to do would have been to stay and try to find a job over Christmas (is anyone else sick of saying "the holidays?") since I'm completely broke. But family being what it is and the plane ticket having already been bought ( Read more... )

I was working on an entry but I was whining a lot and revealing a little more than I really feel I want to. So I'll just sum up ( Read more... )