Holy hell! I seem to have thought that I was hiding out when I wrote my last post. Little did I know... I've been away. Well, I've actually been right here, but going through many a change ( Read more... )

Argh! I'm having the thing where I really want to go on medication (for my fucked up brain) yet again. I hate this part. I get to decide if my reactions to the fucked up world we live in are reasonable or not ( Read more... )

12 days until Law School. Trepidation. I just got into a wee argument with the registrar's office. They have determined that I do not have time to take an art class. I kinda yelled and got my way... but sheesh! Am I really expected to live and breathe the law? I will not, thank you very much!

First off, I DO read my friends' posts. But, I can't seem to get it together to post myself -- or even comment these days. I'm not sure about LJ sometimes. I keep a private, private journal. It's not that said journal is particularly juicy. It is not. Frankly, I'm embarrassed at the fact that I'm such a whiner ( Read more... )

I might be depressed. Like in the medical sense. Or maybe I’m just clammy. See, if I just knew how people were supposed to feel ( Read more... )

Useless things: scientific posters. I’m working on one. It’s the big kid version of a science fair project. I use the evil PowerPoint and make a big sheet of paper that costs sixty dollars to print at Kinko’s. People pretend to read it while drinking annoyingly obscure microbrews, and then the poster gets discarded. Oh, and I get reimbursed ( Read more... )

I’m waiting for HIM… no, not our collective personal Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ (for those of you who don’t know, this is some serious touguing of the cheek going on; for banal_boy, no I didn’t mean THAT)… but yes, I wait. It’s awkward. There was an issue last week. I won’t go into it for the sake of privacy. But while difficult, I don’t ( Read more... )

I must admit, as I begin my online tome, that I’m in quite a state. I’m find myself in a bizarre emotional holding pattern. I’m squatting, yes squatting in a sort-of friend’s condo that is for sale. I’m trying to finish a thesis with no available data. (Not my fault, I swear.) And I seem to be entangled in a relationship that’s falling apart ( Read more... )