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What was intended as a eulogy apparently acted more effectively as a guilt trip. So it appears it will only take four days for the resurrection of this journal (I figured three a little too ambitious). To kick things off, the last newspaper article ( Read more... )

I could have just let it fade away, but I can't let my final entry be about me dancing in minimal clothing. Who knows, someday this journal may be revived in the manner of Lazarus (or Travis' car), but it's looking like we're in the midst of a severe dry spell ( Read more... )

A moment ago, I was listening to Harry Connick, Jr.'s "Nowhere With Love" and dancing around my room in nothing but underwear with the door wide open. I can't help but wonder if such actions might be the reason I can relate so well to the lyrics of that song.

New paper article ( Read more... )

Let's hear it for working the 7-11 shift at the front desk on Friday nights. It was a strange experience when I took these hours. Felt kind of like I was watching myself driving the final nail into the already thoroughly sealed coffin of my social life. So far, I've alternated between reading "The Catcher in the Rye," drudging through a ten page ( Read more... )

New article . . . even if the paper didn't use the title I requested ( Read more... )

I drive three hours and this is how the Cardinals are going to thank me? It's not like I came home for the game, but it would have been nice to think this odd feeling in my stomach is only due to two bowls of chili and not the ridiculous reverse blowout I just saw ( Read more... )

Oh joy, today sees the publishing of the first issue of the Belmont Vision with my column (which I've half-heartedly dubbed "The English Patient") contained within its pages. So here it is ( Read more... )

My body is weary, and my mind is not cooperating. Yesterday I ran a 5K on campus (20:05 in case you were wondering, Jake) and today participated in a ridiculous game of frisbee with some rather fast guys. It was an excellent combination of congeniality and talent . . . the most aggravating thing in a frisbee game is when people start taking it ( Read more... )