My computer is starting to crap out on me, little by little. Its 40 GB hard drive (large, for 2002 when my uncle and I built it) is very full. I have little faith that it will last me through the end of teacher's college, to when I will have a job and an income with which to buy a new computer ( Read more... )

It seems to me like I've missed a step in this progression of becoming an adult thing. Until last year, I was in awkward-undergrad-dating land. Where I should be now is the slightly-less-awkward grad school/med school/law school/young working adult social existence ( Read more... )

Dear void,
I haven't met you yet, but I think I will be doing so soon. You'll have to forgive me that I'm not sure about that one. Or that I'm nervous. I just really miss that other guy.

I've been extremely amused lately by this cartoon.

If you don't know Weebl and Bob, it may not be as funny. Their humour is a touch odd. But given my recent CSI addiction, I'm finding it awesome, even though CSI:Miami is my least favourite.

I went back to play with the haiku generator again.

interesting sort of reminder on my favourite song of life:

you need never fear
for whatever you need i
am.. really

these ones are based off of my travel blog:

all that depends on
how saturated you feel
there's just so much

oi all they could tell ( Read more... )

Dear void ( Read more... )

when I first came to my lj this morning, the picture would not load. I was wondering if it had been taken down from where ever it is hosted. Now, it is there again. odd?

....

-eat like me. make fancy dinner: risotto with squash, sun-dried tomato, and bacon. salad. white wine. fancy ice-cream for dessert!
-be a mildly incompetant plant water-er. If I don't remember the one sitting on the table in front of me, how will I remember the ones at the neighbour's?
-shovel snow and wish I knew how to work the

while parents are away ( Read more... )

Would you mind if I pretended I was someone else,
with courage in love and war.
I use to think that's what I was,
but now this lying hurts too much,
and I don't know what for

(Serena Ryder)