It looks like jordan179 is having a public discussion with others about how I could possibly have defriended him*. It looks like the general consensus is that my delicate sensibilities are offended by his assault on Political Correctness ( Read more... )

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I spent the evening yesterday with a group of very sweet people who are helping my Dad - helping him rent an apartment (he’s paying but probably couldn’t get a lease on his own) and they were some of the only people who prayed at his bedside.

I went to church with Mom on Sunday. There is one man in particular who was at my father’s bedside just ( Read more... )

I am just doing really, really well. I'm all settled in. Butters is settled in. Mom and I have found our groove. Lauren is fantastic. Her FIRST SCHOOL DANCE EVER is coming up. Omg!

Sample conversation:

Me: So, your first school dance, huh? I like your outfit. Who are you going with?
Lauren: ( Read more... )

Last night, after catching up with my best friend from childhood, I fell asleep in my own bed.

I woke up sprawled out on the couch.

Somewhere mid-REM cycle, I must have left my bed and walked to the couch.

But I've never, ever sleepwalked in my entire life. Not ever. Not as a kid. Not until... now, I guess.

What's going on? 

Looks like my mom's thyroid surgery will have her out of work for 2-3 weeks.

Guess who is taking over her 6th grade science classroom?

I am poring over lesson plans right now and reading all her notes about this student and that. :)

So I will now.

I am home, after moving out of Brooklyn and spending the weekend enjoying yummy food and the sardonic company of yagathai . (I fucked up a bit by not appraising easter , who had promised me lodging, of my plans. I will now call that idiocy the Great Jessica Fail of 2009. I think Daae will be amused by that.)

The flight home was... well, a saga. ( Read more... )

IRL ding!

I am now twenty-fucking-three. I started this journal as a junior in high school, November 2003. I am now a year out of college.

Time flies.

My abuelita (means grandma, but is really my great-grandma) will probably pass away today, according to my tia Angie.

I never got to see her that much, but she was a force in my father and his sister’s life. Their own father kidnapped them from their mother in Brazil, and Abuelita and Abuelito ( ( Read more... )

"NOT everyone wants to know what's on your mind.
The culture of endless sharing on social networking site Facebook has led to a popular series of blogs waging war on too-much-informationism.

Using the acronym STFU (roughly translated as "would you please be quiet", but I'm sure you can guess what it really means), they poke fun at users who bore ( Read more... )