So eleven more days of college left. I just need to get through my three remaining papers, one exam, and three CDs ( = "Compact Discussion," basically a formalized thought experiment for one of my philosophy professors) and I will be all graduated and shit ( Read more... )

Normally I'm not one for straightforward "I did this, I did that" accounts of my day-to-day doings on the interweb, but yesterday to this afternoon was particularly gnarly. After a spell at work, I went to Detroit with some folks. We went to Jim and John's apartment in midtown, drove around Belle Isle and the RenCen area, all the while playing " ( Read more... )

Tonight is going to be a long night. A really looooooong night. Because I have a paper due at 5 tomorrow and work 'til 6, I will be up for most of the eve franctically scribbling and typing 'til it is good "enough." Perhaps I will get ahead of the academic game. Probably not ( Read more... )

I am superlatively amused that I recently saw a "missed connection" post on Craigslist by some dude looking for this lady that I had a handful of romantic encounters with. Further (albeit indirect) proof that Ann Arbor is indeed an incest-ridden purgatorial shithole ( Read more... )

I really, really, really, really, really, REALLY need to move on with my life. As in, get the fuck out of Ann Arbor.

(Sorry for the drunken nonsense. I'll go back to never updating after this post.)

The hives are gone, given the ol' one-two from moderate doses of steroids. Also, advisors have been advised: just a little more bureaucracy and paperwork and I will be officially set to graduate in December ( Read more... )

So I've managed to piss a bunch of people off. And besides that, I have a severe case of hives. The doctors at the University Hospital don't know what could have triggered it. There are hives on my fucking palms and on the soles of my feet ( Read more... )

So the bossman called everybody at the shop to the shop floor the other day to announce that approx. one-half of the employees will be laid off in two weeks. That's about reason number eight million to move the fuck out of Michigan for me ( Read more... )

It took my two full days to recharge my battery, but alas and alack. I am back to near one hundred percent. Pitchfork was surreal to say the least. Mica provided me with VIP free beer. I spent a rumsoaked hour combing the beaches of Evanston for my wallet with a cellular torch (at 3AM). I lost my ID somewhere along the way. I bought Rimbaud's ( Read more... )

I don't really update this anymore (as if I had frequently updated in the past year or so) because all I do now is drink beer, read books, play shitty electric guitar, and work. Really, that's all ( Read more... )