Verily

Dig it.

NYPD Pizza.  After 2 AM.  Friday night/Saturday morning (gay night).  Swingin'est place in Ann Arbor.

Also: my hands smell like cheese.

http://www.safenow.org/

just one of the many bits of gold I've found in my idle searchings.

Why is it that the only time anyone calls me (except my dad) is in my dreams?

In other news: NOTHING.

The rules are easy, just post 6 things that recently made you happy! Then tag 6 people and force them to post this meme (call me out of fashion, but I have no idea what a 'meme' is) on their LJs. Because it is good. Everyone needs a little happiness once in a while.

1. Fall/Autumn
2. hugging people with cold ears (for some reason I find it really ( Read more... )

I am SCARED.

For my life.

So ummm, here I am in somebody else's room, trying to read up on cloning and Streptococcus suis Serotype 2 for classes tomorrow with Jeannie constricting my left arm (I'm typing with one hand, she's laying on the other), I pick up the controller occasionally and play a bit of Ocarina of Time to stay awake, and lo and behold!  The pair of people ( Read more... )

WTF!  I TOLD y'all EVERYONE.  Even Friggin' Dumbledore.

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that is all.

Maybe I'll just drop out of college and be a police officer... Or I could manage a band... or write screenplays for a living.  I always thought I wanted to be a professional student, but I guess I was wrong.  I want to be a jack of all trades, and that's a waste of money to go to college for.  (preposition, I know.)  I think I'm going to write ( Read more... )