A note on life on The Outside ( Read more... )

They're redeploying him. Those rotten, sadistic, idiotic bastards are redeploying him.

Soooooooooo, I applied for a job at the Container Store maybe a month ago, never heard from them at all. All of a sudden I get an email today asking for my cell number and good times to call to interview ( Read more... )

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Of all the things that really get me annoyed, product differences for men and women is what has me in a snit tonight. See, I'm interested in buying 2 things to help me cope with the fact that my dad likes the house to be the same temperature as outside. Because its so my fault that he layers. Jerkface. Anyways, I've been eBaying about trying to ( Read more... )

Parting with memories = sucky. I'm cleaning my room, getting rid of everything superfluous to my life as a semi-unencumbered adult. I've just thrown out the rose that I got at prom, a kitten mask that I made out of plaster of paris strips, and so much more. I have a folder full of get well cards from my class the time I had pneumonia in elementary ( Read more... )

Half an hour until a new year. Here's to a house, a job, figuring out how to finish college and a small bit of permanent amnesia ( Read more... )

Well, its 2:11 am, I've just finished a scarf and started a hat for my niece. I've just painted my nails so I'm not really able to go to bed without getting that annoying sheet print in the polish. Second part to the Taylor saga... now they're not letting me finish my courses. Intriguing... my two least favorite people in the United States at this ( Read more... )

So Taylor has kind of officially shafted me. No matter that I know a person who was able to stay in the dorm to finish up her fall semester during jterm without being registered... I have to have everything out by 10 a.m. this Friday. Mmhm. And my helpful helpful residence hall director apparently KNEW that I wasn't coming back, has been waiting ( Read more... )

Hi, its me. All the way out here on the East Coast. Back home. Happy. Almost. I'm getting better, really I am. I didn't put off emailing housing/academic dean/Missy until it was too late, just almost too late. I hope. Um. Life. Life is terribly rollercoaster-y, but in a good way? Before the roller coaster wasn't doing cool loops in the air. More ( Read more... )