Bummer night. I'm still not in college.

So I don't write much here anymore. I am not gone, only silent. If for some strange reason you are starved for my writing and don't care if it's more academic in tone, you'll be glad to know that I started writing reviews of nearly everything I read here. Feel free to check it out sometimes, it's mostly going to be about philosophy and ( Read more... )

Two whole years!

The night before last I had a dream that someone (who I think looked a lot like Clive Owen) kidnapped me and kept me in his hidden english castle. I can't remember him doing anything particularly gruesome, he just kept watch over me and the other prisoners and controlled every aspect of our lives. I escaped by stabbing him in the throat and the ( Read more... )

Tomorrow (later today) I am getting on a bus that goes to Austin and then the next day I am getting on a plane that goes to Syracuse and then into a truck that goes to Ithaca, then maybe into an elevator which goes to the fourth floor, and then down a long hallway which leads to my new home. Do not worry, whoever you are, I will return someday not ( Read more... )

I did not anticipate needing my transcripts again, as it’s been so long since high school. Apparently I was not alone in this assumption: Mrs. Francis E.P. Bradshaw, the director of the now defunct Andrew Austin Montessori informs me that the only remaining copy of my transcript from her school is the one that I have spent the last several days ( Read more... )

"If it weren't for bad luck, he wouldn't have any luck at all."

"I love you to kibbles."
"I love you to bits."

IT'S RAINING.

My bike got stolen but then my kickass Rambo dad stole it back.