In recent years, the Nerd has gained respect and kudos from society. Blame Steve Colbert, blame reality TV, hell, blame Peter Jackson. The fact is, a specific sort of nerd is celebrated now, and knowing many of the qualifying nerds in question, this popularity has gone straight to their head ( Read more... )

In regards to Ashley's memorial, I remember people talking, and i remember totally losing my cool when three lovely young ladies sang 'You are my Sunshine' at the beginning...the song my mom used to sing to Robyn, Ashey and I. The one thing I will remember forever is when mom gave Robyn and I two bottles of water before the speaking began. A soccer ( Read more... )

I have of late lost all my mirth, and I'm made great mention of it online. I remember sitting with an improv fellow my first year in Chicago. He asked me about my family, and I explained the situation, eating disorder and all. This man, bless his heart, was quite shocked that I'd talk at all about it, let alone in such an unforgiving or enigmatic ( Read more... )

You know you're in trouble when the sky is "azure ( Read more... )

It may shock you all to hear this, but I dislike Valentines Day. It used to be a matter of, you know, being alone, watching other people act silly and giggle and skip madly along the edge of the train platforms while I was forced to leap aside in terror...but now it's less a hate of the Honeymoon Stage, and more a deep resentment for whomever was ( Read more... )

I'm feeling better! Can you believe it, reader-san, I actually feel good. I've gone through a record 8 classes without crying at all, I've been tired but pleasant, and I'm performing at Second City tommorow night (7:30 in the Skybox, if you're hungry to hear me with a russian accent ( Read more... )

This week, I have the following tasks to complete:

• Classes on Thursday and Friday
• A paragraph (describing my final group project) due Thursday at the beginning of Anthropology
• An appointment with Dr.G, including payment for the previous sessions
• Calling my mom to make certain she transfers money into my account for the Check to Dr.G
• Cover letter ( Read more... )

The premise of the movie is that all the people in a french class were meant to0 die in plane explosion, and those who got off the plane before takeoff are being stalked, essentially, by Death. It's hilarious. The deaths are insanely elaborate. For example ( Read more... )

Whenever I have a bad weekend, and I'm tired, and frustrated, and paranoid about possible SSRI side effects, and insulted by grumpy old men, and there's no time to make myself a warm bath and soy chai because I have internships, classes, rehearsals and work to be done ( Read more... )

He's at it again! That strange man who seems to live entirely in the English Department, and whose entire identity is comprised of bad advice and terrible, terrible talking points. He's here every damn day I come in, talking with one group of students or another, and occasionally one-on-one with a girl soaked in Eau de Parfum avec Atwood et Plath ( Read more... )