I haven't updated in FOREVER. Apparently, I haven't read anyone's entries in FOREVER either. That's what happens when you work long hours in the city ( Read more... )

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maybe when you got home last night from an extended weekend at your parent's you realized the imperative of completing your week two summer session assignments in a timely fashion and refrained from watching back to back the season/series premiers of entourage, lucky louie and dane cook's tourgasm. well, i didn't. jury's out on whether i'll tune in ( Read more... )

the most non-performing semester of my very, very extensive college career comes to a close in approximately two hours. the second to last semester of my very, very extensive college career comes to a close in approximately two hours. for the first time in my life i've felt liberated from, rather than bereft of, my studies. i've got to determine ( Read more... )

i cared a lot more last night if i was isolating myself and alienating people. you have to sacrifice for greatness, and i only want to be kind of good, so taking a temporary hit in the good times department shouldn't be too big of a deal. i'm tempted to ask oprah about it. anyway, it's getting harder and harder to muster a sincere apology for my ( Read more... )

"i put my foot down. it was either this morning or sometime last night. if it was sometime last night, it probably has something to do with why i'm so exhausted. i've got a lot of places to put my foot down. all of that repetitive motion can really wear you out. if it was this morning, i'm impressed with my coordination and agility. it was hard ( Read more... )

do i have appendicitis?
am i going to die?

now a brief glimpse into my daily routine (that's about as much as anyone would ever need).

selected excerpts from conversations at the office:

"Get me a long, thin screwdriver. I need to break into my Mustang."

"Once I get my deer I'll have my mom make some of her venison enchiladas. you'll BEG for more."

the return to civilization was at first quite worrisome. how, pray tell, does one resume normality following a weekend of jim beam, bare-handed steak eating off of frisbee chargers, winching dead wood from trees, shaping busty teutonic snow women with freshly fallen powder, listening to sublime's greatest hits performed on mandolin, contemplating ( Read more... )

i don't know where i got the idea the demands of friday should be less than those of the previous four days, but it's wrong. is it anticipation of the weekend that gets me strung so tight i snap at the slightest provocation, or is it that no one has accomplished nearly as much as they should have monday- thursday and must now scramble to compensate ( Read more... )