My two dufflebags, guitar, and backpack are waiting by the front door. I finally managed to organize my 200+ cd collection, find my Rolaids shirt, and stuff my bathroom thongs into the bulging dufflebag...after my mom lost her voice trying to get me to start packing. So, now, while my brother and sister wait for me to join them for a sleepover ( Read more... )

The bagels are gone, the yarmulkas are stored away, the Fogel house lacks the frenzied male-cousin chaos, and I've advised Peter on his Bar Mitzvah savings (cautioning any sugar-daddyness). Last Friday, the Fogel-Siegel clan gathered for an un-kosher Thai smorgasboard, commencing the festivities once the Michiganders arrived Friday night (sneaking ( Read more... )

I found this site a while ago (http://intellectualwhores.com/masterladder.html) and, while some girls complain about its sweeping generalizations and rude frankness, I've discovered the painful truth of my intellectual whore status (intellectual whore- being used for ( Read more... )

I'm enjoying Mila 18 by Leon Uris (author of Exodus, a compelling book on the founding of the State of Israel). While I'm not admiring the intellectual prose (like Roth's carefully composed sentences) it's definitely a page-turner (576 to be exact) about the Warsaw Ghetto uprising during the Holocaust. It's one of those Tom Clancy/John Grisham ( Read more... )

Woke up early for my noon eye exam. I haven't really been having vision problems, except when my eye gets completely bloodshot from reading too long. The optometrist recommends blinking more. I passed all the tests for 20/20, even the one where he shot a puff of air right into my fucking eye. It hurt, and immediately created a conditioned crying ( Read more... )

I've developed a newfound confidence while talking to members of the opposite sex. And I like it. No more awkwardness or cowering in fear, just having conversations one on one. And sometimes they're even funny! I should have done this a long time ago.

I'm starting to learn the art of conversation.

This album reminds me of 11th grade Pre-Calculus/Trigonometry. As I sat distracted by printed out IM conversations from the night before, Mrs. Baker would bark her lessons in vain, followed by her "group work" learning plan, which merely encouraged copying assignments and games of hangman. So, how did I ace the final? Memorization. To ensure our ( Read more... )

I want to go back to Michigan ( Read more... )

So, I took the bus up here again. I'm spending $13 each week JUST in bus fare to volunteer at this job thing. I sit here on the computer and enter media info into a spreadsheet (prefix, first name, last name, salutation, title, organization, address, city, state, zip code, area code, phone number, fax number, email, website, media type, ( Read more... )

I know I've said this before, but I love Kissing Jessica Stein (watched it again last night) and listening to Rilo Kiley (portable cd players rule).

I'm in Seattle, "working" right now.