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I think I'm pretty unhappy right now, kind of trapped between wanting a job and hating when I have one, having too much free time, and not doing anything with it. I guess this is what my mom meant when she called me lazy. I am an incredibly irresponsible person. I think I missed school because it wasn't really work, just listening to someone talk ( Read more... )

My house didn't get burned down, so that's good. Everything seems to be okay for now, at least ( Read more... )

Well shit.

I hope my house doesn't burn down.

My mom and my grandpa (my dad's in Guam right now) had to evacuate this afternoon.

I'm not a happy camper.

So I was reading this Onion AV Club article on a coffee table book full of post-punk concert pictures (Fugazi, Bikini Kill, etc), and in the comments someone had written this quote that sounded so familiar, and I knew I had heard it before. I finally googled it correctly, and it was from a concert documentary of Fugazi, in which Guy Picciotto looks ( Read more... )

Lots of stuff happened. I'm not going to summarize ( Read more... )

Haven't posted in awhile, perhaps, because right now, there really isn't anything to complain about. Except for maybe a lack of sleep ( Read more... )

It has been the summer of...

1) Fatness.
2) Sloth.
3) Adventure.
4) Existential crisis.

Whenever I'm San Diego, I go through the old picture albums in my house. My parents were so adorable. You know, it's so easy to get mad at them for their nonsensical house rules about how I "party too much," (apparently Julie's grad party, where all we did was watch Borat and play board games + a lunchtime trip to Balboa park qualifies), but then ( Read more... )

Monday: Well, wrote a paper all day ( Read more... )