I gave my two weeks notice at the old Bucks. Finally. I've only got a little while left before I can get that smell of sour milk and coffee out of my clothing. So now I'm drinking Wild Turkey by myself on Friday night pondering what to do. Oh wait, Tommy and I are gonna hang out. All boredom is avoided and I'm on my way to Funcity. Weeeeeee

OK, so I figured it out and over the next 8 days I'll be working 83 hours. Ouch. In other words, I won't have that much time to hang out (or play kickball for that matter). See you all later. For the next little while, I'm just an apparition, a figment of your imagination, faintly gliding through the hallways of 665 Shaw before vanishing to ( Read more... )

i need coffee before class, otherwise i'm gonna doze off. Alice Munro is boring as hell. Her writing is scattered but mildly comprehensible which provides complicated and uninteresting narration. I find myself having to re-read passages just to grasp the tense and speaker which makes everything rather tedious. At least Cohen's abstractness ( Read more... )

So I have a live journal. Procrastination and rainy days breed strange offspring. I should really be writing my essay, especially since I'll be working two jobs come this Friday and it's due next Wednesday. Maybe that's what I'll do. After I find all my friends on here.