I am the king of overreaction and melodrama. I have a life a lot of people would fucking kill for, and all I do is whine about how I need more as I try to make it more tumultuous. I'm fucking retarded. You get to a certain age and the whole emo-kid 'lonely-in-the-crowded-room' thing ceases to be cute. Now its just pathetic. 

You Shall Know Our Velocity is a goddamn great book. Starts slow, but the ending is on par with or better than anything I've ever read. Anyone who disagrees is getting cut...with a broken beer bottle... prefferably PBR.

Hell yeah, Shichtman is going to give me an override into the holocause class this fall. 12 credits. 12 GOOD credits and I'm gradumitated. Now I just have to nicely bug Neff and the grad school lady about this whole process, edit my SOP, edit my writing sample, gently remind professors to write me letters of rec, ask the grad lady if I can apply on ( Read more... )

They can bitch about funding and layoffs all they want. Fact is ICT is a fucking joke. Look, we're dependent on e-mail. Period. It goes down for damn near a week and the university goes down for damn near a week. This is fucking pathetic. It is also the kind of shit that makes me wonder why the fuck I haven't transferred and why I'm dumb enough to ( Read more... )

Yo, people at Eastern. My professor friend Decky (Jessica Alexander) is teaching class this fall: CTAR 324 Oral interpretation  of Children's Lit CRN:16467. She is the shit. Its a story telling/interpretation/group reading thing. If you need some credits and want an interesting, but not particularly tough, class sign up. I've already registered for ( Read more... )

It hurts to open my eyes. <5 hours of sleep = bad fucking idea. I'm going to go die now.

I feel lately like I've lost a lot of my ability to relate to other human beings. I know I've ever been particularly socially tallented. And now I feel even more awkward, and can't quite figure out where the hell it came from. I just want to sleep for a few days.

There's now a rat who throws food pellets at my cats and charges them in her hamster ball. Its hilarious. She gets the food in her little paws and hurls it like a two-handed bounce pass in basketball. Starbuck's response is just to twitch her tail and stare. Whereas Apollo just sits and meows at his would-be meal. The SOP is almost done. Just need ( Read more... )

Feel like crap. Only slightly hungover. Will live. It's my sister's b-day. We got her a cute shirt and a nightlife that says you give me a porpoise (its got two dolphins on it). Meggie is the shit. 26 years of awesome. Now, if I could write this fucking thing.

Gonna make a good meal with teh bear. Chicken cooked with fresh garlic and parsley and various other spices. Ricearoni (we have enough of it to survive ww3) all served over a bed of steamed/olive oiled kale. Exercise is a great thing. Really helps my moods. I need to take care of myself. It's good to know that I have people to help though when I ( Read more... )