Yesterday, during my flight back to school, the captain came on the intercom and said "Ladies and Gentlemen, I'd just like to point out that there are several members of our U.S. Armed Forces traveling with us in first class this afternoon. I'd like to let them know that we all appreciate the work they do, so how about a big round of applause back ( Read more... )

1) Yesterday I found out from Ask Yahoo ( Read more... )

It's Monday afternoon and it's a beautiful day to commit suicide in Annandale-on-Hudson, New York. My mental health remains intact, but you'd have to be superman to ignore the way these early spring breezes weigh on your big heart ( Read more... )

By George, I think I might have just learned something. I got to the middle of my Kafka paper and I realized something I hadn't realized when I set out. And then I chased it to the end and came up with this conclusion that feels, right now, amazing.
I am awesome.

and did I mention that I'm DONE!quick poll: how many times did you almost slip and ( Read more... )

At least, the last bit of trivia is wicked. And it's six a.m., bozhe moi ( Read more... )

Four days.

Four papers.

Let's do this.

"Keep in mind that governmental jobs, some teaching opportunities in private schools, and business and financial positions may have deadlines for applicants as early as December 1 ( Read more... )

Mimi and I walked to Blithewood this afternoon. On the fountain cover, someone had written in the snow, THIS IS GOD? and then left a handprint.

If you nuke a McDonalds cheeseburger too hard, it becomes a White Castle cheeseburger. True!

(If you ever lose your way.)

Am I allowed to write "cocaine-encrusted" in a senior project? Cause I did.

I just woke up from a nightmare about being packed onto a rickety plane with only a handful of posessions and then dropped off in a country where I didn't speak the language. Senior anxiety, anyone?

God, I'm such a wuss.

You beautiful art-school losers, you solipsistic kids, real authentic human beings, appreciators of beauty -- how can you recognize your plurality, your sheer scope, and not fly off the earth into space?