I took the soy milk out of the fridge and went over to the dish cupboard. After staring for a moment, I reached up on tiptoes to the top shelf to get a little cheap purple Walmart cup ( Read more... )

The candle was too hot ( Read more... )

Hitokuchi reviews of new artists that you probably haven't heard of. But now you will have ( Read more... )

So I was poking around desk drawers in our office looking for a file and realized that most of the desk drawers here are mini-lockers. They tend to contain on-campus necessities more than files. Peculiarly ubiquitious items include:

Cold medication
High-calorie foodstuffs
Cell-phone chargers
Deoderant

My drawer is no exception.

A nice attractive but rather young MechE major named Dustin sat at my table during lunch today. He was going to sit somewhere else, but I made eye contact, and I have a tendency to smile sheepishly when I accidentally make eye contact with a stranger. This often is mistaken for smiling flirtatiously ( Read more... )

Junior year of high school, I tripped during cross country finals. I cut up both of my knees and hurt my arm pretty badly. I stopped for a minute or so, but then told myself it could have been worse and kept on running. I finished the race late, dirty, covered in blood, but as I crossed the finish line, the situation was obvious ( Read more... )

Flew Tuesday to NY. Spent six hours in Chicago airport. Had I expected to spend six hours in Chicago, I probably would have hopped a train downtown for two or three of them. As it was, I just finished a paper on the Lindy Hop. Last paper of the semester ( Read more... )

"I just want your information presented in a way that I can actually use it. If I were to write a paper, could you expect me to cite information with 'my boyfriend says...'?", I shout ( Read more... )

First names at church.... Why does she care? Why don't Americans understand the idea of respect for those older than us, and the difference in titles that that allows for? And why does she so desperately want formality? She's being a control freak again, and I'm stuck in the kitchen. And nobody is texting me back.

This is the first time I've missed him. Maybe I just haven't had time. I've thought many times how strange it was not to have him around, and I've started letters to him in my head, but I haven't hurt yet. Maybe talking about him yesterday made it harder. Only 17 days.... This is not going to be easy. That's just all there is to it.