(Note: the prompt was, "you have just completed your 300-page autobiography. Please submit page 217.")

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I have to admit, up until this point I’ve made my middle-aged self seem like everything was coming up roses. This isn’t true in the least. There were weeds, plenty of ‘em that wound themselves around the good times. I flip back through my ( Read more... )

I've been thinking again. Which is never a good sign.

I've wondered lately what the hell I'm going to do with my life. I keep seeing people that have known what they were going to do since third grade or whatever and they seem so certain of having a life enjoying what they are doing. I, on the other hand, have absolutely no clue about what I want to ( Read more... )

I just realized how close school is to ending. And how many papers I have yet to write.

Regardless, I was so excited today for some reason... I just kept thinking about Barbados and how i'm going to be there for the month of July. And how I have my internship in DC before that.  This summer looks like it'll be an interesting one    : )

I had one of the weirdest evenings on Thursday night. It started at 7... I met Neah and her boyfriend at the Leafe for dinner (ok, mainly cocktails, because it was cocktail night). We made sure to sit in the section of this server that I sort of know from all my time spent at AEPi last year, because he just so happens to "forget" to card every time ( Read more... )

I just had my Georgetown interview. It went fairly well - the guy was really nice, a bit old (perhaps "old school" is a more apt euphemism) and we talked about a whole lot of stuff. At first I was a bit hesitant (though not nearly as much compared to my other G-town interview two years ago) and I kind of blathered on about computational linguistics ( Read more... )

I'm leaving this place, one way or another.

I'm going to try one of those stream of consciousness things that sound like they'll be cool, but actually end up kind of boring ( Read more... )

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I don't know how this got into my mind, but I realized that I miss my grandma.

I wish she was still here.

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And at that point it hit him. “It” referring to “everything wrong that had happened during his post-secondary schooling”. “At that point” referring to the letter of one of his colleagues exploits in England for the year.

And “him” referring to the 20 year old that was sitting at 12:13 AM in the kitchen of his dorm, writing a response ( Read more... )