This has been the worst day ever.

Five nine weeks tests, a ten-page research paper on the years 1810-1819 in the U.S., and a report on the effects of methamphetamines on the body and mind, all within the next two weeks. I have nary a start on any of these things.

Fortunately, I've just found a concise cultural history for my decade on the Internet. This'll make things a little ( Read more... )

I was invited to sing in a small, rag-tag garage band. I was probably invited because Matt Pulawski, the invitee, likes me and knows I'm in chorus. Regardless, this is my first solo singing experience. It's significant for me if only for the fact that it's my first step into the world of singing for rockin' intentions ( Read more... )

Oh, and by the way, they are selling a gasoline-powered juicer on CNBC as we speak. So, if you read this by 2:30 AM, call call call!

I wish I lived up north, where they have decent schools and reasonable views on certain issues.

I have to say, I love doing laundry. It's probably connected to my love of clothes, which in turn is probably connected to my own vanity. Regardless, there's something very refreshing about finding all the the reds, greys, blacks, throwing them in with some detergent, and pressing the "start" button ( Read more... )

I've given that "Closing the Gap" book a quick look-over. Turns out it's written by Jay McGraw, son of Phillip McGraw, who is better known as Dr. Phil. Yeah. He's not even out of college, but his status as Dr. Phil's son obviously gives him the genes enabling him to just tell us all how to live our lives. The book is supposed to be written for both ( Read more... )

Life is going good, all in all ( Read more... )