...for me to poop on.

I will either be stuck behind a ghost-white computer screen for the remainder of the night, or incumbent upon my mattress. Either way, I will stare listlessly, and wonder why it failed to work as I had originally hoped.

A visit from a friend I have not seen all summer was meant to be a reprieve from the insecurity sifted up ( Read more... )

Like some sort of spilled puddle of liquid, UGA underclassmen have begun to fill all available empty pockets of space in already overcrowded Athens. I come bearing no complaints as of yet, but then again school only begins this Thursday. But even beyond then, only ask that they cross the street with caution even if they fail to hear a car coming. ( Read more... )

Tidings will come, friends - but not tonight. The protracted move into my new apartment is finally over, but it has left me here slotching and not too talkative (type-ative?). I look forward to sleeping on a mattress tonight, making this the first time I have in my own home in the past three months. Not to mention brunch prep tomorrow morning at 8: ( Read more... )

...to cure some serious boredom.
You see, Robbie and Jeremy (somehow) forgot that I would be moving in with them today. When I called them this morning to ask if I could begin, I found out that they were in Kennesaw for Memorial Day festivities. Unfortunately, this piece of serious stupidity was not cancelled out by their forgetting to lock the ( Read more... )

Memorial Day will find me finally ending my two-year stint at the University (Ghetto) Commons, and moving in with Robbie and Jeremy at Abbey West apartments for the rest of the summer. My original was to move in with Daniel (drummer friend and mastermind of the Slippery People), but this would have involved:

(a) having zero privacy in my makeshift ( Read more... )

A recently released critics poll in Total Film magazine ranks the Psycho 'shower scene' as the "best movie death of all time", edging (no pun intended) out such other memorable moribundities as Slim Picken's atomic bomb ride in Dr. Strangelove and a fairly gruesome one (I'm told) found in Quentin Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs.

I've been unable to ( Read more... )

Folding laundry is definitely the worst chore, ever.

I vaguely remember washing the dust and 'flyspots' baseboards being awful, too, but I haven't been forced to do this purely character-building activity since I moved out of my mom's house. Time heals all wounds.

Hello everyone.

I've become tired with living the life of a LiveJournal free-rider, procrastinating with the help of everyone else's updates without reciprocating. So, instead of trying to write term papers when I sit down to type, I will try to keep it short.

("Thank God!" say all fool enough to have already put me on their friends list.)

It's ( Read more... )

1) Ralph Nader will be speaking at the Student Learning Center here at the University of Georgia at 7PM on 27 March [and thankfully, after the Ethics Conference concludes]. Any takers ( Read more... )

Jeff Goldblum: Decent or poor actor?

[I just finished watching *Independence Day*, and I'm trying to decide.]