smoke 'em up kids!

I just got out of Jury Duty.

Finally got my financial aid paperwork submitted - only 12 days until registration. I trekked over to the financial aid office, yesterday only to realize that I'd left a crucial piece of paperwork (a refund readjustment letter) at home (not originally filed with my taxes - that WON'T happen again.) Thankfully, they let me submit what I had and fax ( Read more... )

"No sweetie, it's just shenanigans ( Read more... )

While sitting in front of this blank screen for five minutes contemplating what I'm going to write about, I've been interrupted at least three times by my daughter. I finally had to tell her to leave me alone. She left the room announcing to Dan ( Read more... )

In one of my past lives, I had a co-worker tell me at length, in a jovial non-controversial, almost spaced-out hippie way (as much as a former frat boy could), about how you never knew love until you had a child. Okay, he copped to the cliche, but didn't care. Which was probably why I bothered to listen and retain the information. I remember ( Read more... )

I'm not going to see the Pixies reunion tour unless someone bestows upon me a blessed ticket. I'm totally bummed. Why am I not going to see them? Because I put many other things at the forefront of my mind and totally procrastinated. My fault, I know, but it sucks nonetheless. I should have jumped on it when I first heard they were swinging ( Read more... )

Ms. Kati pointed out in CRW that I don't update this thing often. I really don't, honestly. I feel like stopping here, but won't. I like good music. I have a headache. I am tired of school. I am tired of a lot of things.

I have 11 days to write my short story for my creative writing class. Why do I wait 'til the last minute. I think I will...I just looked at my hands...they are really dry. So much so that I've developed a minimal amount of scabbing over my knuckles where the skin has cracked. It's really disgusting. Although, they're not as gross as pictures ( Read more... )

I have this rotting feeling of unfriendliness toward most aspects of life right now. People irritate me and I irritate myself. For example, this guy just sat down two computer cubbies away from me and he has this smile on his face. What the hell?! I don’t want to make him cry, but man would I love to kick him in the shins with my Dr. Scholl’s. ( Read more... )