It's Thanksgiving, so go ingest a bird to celebrate your God-given American right to annihilate anyone and everyone who interferes with your rampant imperialism. Because that makes sense ( Read more... )

After a month of horrible digital agony, my computer has obeyed the narrator of altered Beast's command to 'Rwwize fwom youwr gwwave!' One dead baby bird later and a total reformat, I am once again waging my war against sanity in the dark corners of the internet. Glad to be back.

My computer appears to be in its death throes, and is stubbornly refusing to initiate any program that could improve its functionality. My internet has long since been cast into the depths of Oblivion, and so I have not been able to speak with many of you for quite some time. Not that you especially care. Anyhow, just explaining my extremely long ( Read more... )

Well, lookee here. It be August, meaning less than one month before all ye edumacated types head off to plunder the omniscient vaults of yuor respective collegiatory fortresses ( Read more... )

The cream of the socially unacceptable crop...

Your Score: Modern, Cool Nerd

82 % Nerd, 69% Geek, 43% Dork


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Perhaps more offensive than a terrible animated transformers redux, more aggrivating than my own moping, and even more distressing than me working a pair of jobs this summer (Booksmith FTW), is this ( Read more... )

Okay, I've gone through the proper measures to make my house a feasible and decidedly less violent place to sneak up on and attempt to siege. Protocols have been set for any potential intrusion, to avoid hideous anger and ensuing wrath in the future. So yeah, sorry about that, had kinda a rough night. Anyhow, you are now welcome to viciously ( Read more... )

Perhaps she has a point after all. Hell, maybe they all do. The only question is, should I give it a shot? The OTHER only question is, do I have what it takes to ACTUALLY make things different this time?

On this thoughts must be had. Then and only then will I stop writing nonsensical public journal entires...

For once in the history of all things historical its safe to say I'm in total agreement with Becca. As I breezed through step up day, seeing just how amazing next year's classes were going to be, a strange feeling fo dread began to lurk in my bowels, and it wasn't because I needed to crap a small Volkswagen. As I went from brilliant class to ( Read more... )

Well, by now everyone is off having glorious naval adventures on that floating flesh-filled frigate of fortuitous fun. Everyone, that is, but me. The more I think (something I really need to stop doing), the more I realize just about all my friends are seniors. Outside of the class which is quickly leaving my reach, I have Dylan, and just Dylan. So ( Read more... )