I went to the orthodontists today and they tightened up my braces. It seems to me that all that pressure in your head can't be good. It's got to somehow make you feel more "Under Pressure" (I'm glad this is typing, or I'd get made fun of in song). Even if one stops noticing the pressure and gets used to it, the stuff is still there, and it seems ( Read more... )

I proclaim this week the week of the disconcerted groundhog ( Read more... )

So I was reading Lauren Holt's livejournal and thinking if theres a God he's gotta be good. Then I started thinking about bussinessmen. What if after death theres a similar realm full of business. There would be so many people trying to swindle you once you passed on. The entering of that realm would be such a large business. Corrupt politicians ( Read more... )

I proclaim this week the week of the Autumnal Squirrel ( Read more... )

I have nothing to do on New Years. I've also been polluted. I once watched a few OC's with Emma and Lauren, (this was recent). Now I keep comparing some holidays, (Christmas and New Years) to the OC.

Life is pretty awesome. I really like the song Baby Its Cold Out There, I dont think thats the name of it.
Christmas was good.

At the Green Bean tonight Matthew, Anthony, and Myself spent about an hour talking about hippos. I'm really not exaggerating. They are powerful creatures. Not much can take a hippo.

I think its high time I post my take on the Choral Coffee house, despite the fact that its long and perhaps somewhat precedented ( Read more... )

Tonight was the first night of the year that really seemed to be wintry. Standing around in front of the Green Bean was quite fun, especially due to such infectious laughter as was brought upon by talk of vomiting in laughing contests, various dance offs and rap offs, and a certain hilarious raving drunkard that did intrude with gifts of money (to ( Read more... )

It doesn't feel like I just had five days without school. Perhaps this is because on three of the days I spent a good bit of time shining walls. My father is a faux painter (in case you dont know) and he was covering walls in a ridiculously large mansion with Venetian plaster (I'm not sure if I should have capitalized that). My job the first day ( Read more... )

Sitting around re-reading One Hundred Years of Solitude inflicts a sad nostalgia on me without fail. Every hundred pages of solitude makes me worry that my life is passing by, and I'm missing those delicious bits. Everything we've done in that class makes me feel that school isn't so important. Not only this book does it, all that Transcendentalist ( Read more... )