This started as a note on facebook and was promptly deleted no less than 8 hours after it was completed, thus moved here because I feel like for once I've successfully nailed just about everything I hate about this place.
( Seal your soul in a jar in a bomb shelter. )

I hate that my professional ambitions lie in subjective merit dependent (at this point) upon instructors who decide for themselves whether or not I'm doing all I can. There's obviously the impending doom of failure, which is in and of itself enough to cause a panic attack. Then, of course, there's the worth of my body of work to consider, which ( Read more... )

I have entirely too much to be doing to be updating this, but I never have been one to have my priorities straight. I just realized what intense irony lives in the relationship between that statement and my life in Winston-Salem. I think maybe only Katie will understand this irony ( Read more... )

I'm antsy and annoyed by a lot of people and it's all completely unjustified and I know it. It's because I feel trapped ( Read more... )

I need to get better at putting things to rest, and taking good advice the first or second time I hear it, especially when I hear it from more than one person ( Read more... )

This house makes me so lonely.

I feel retarded. And nauseated.

A lot has happened since I last updated ( Read more... )

What has become of me!

Coming home Tuesday night. Raleigh. The last time I was in Raleigh I participated in making a 6-year running awkward relationship a million times more awkward. Part curiosity fulfillment and part entertainment, I suppose. Full-on never happening again ( Read more... )