I am bored.  I started reading Red and Black by Stendhal for my The Novel class.  It's a french book from 1830.  I normally don't like literature from this period because it is boring.  However, this particular book is starting to become something good.  So hurray for that.  Man.  Seriously.  I need to do something fun tonight.

So I can't sleep. It's almost 12 and I have to work tomorrow. Yeah. that sucks. Another thing that sucks: apparently most of the people at Starbucks (Trouble Starbucks, remember? We went over this before) are calling it quits. Most as in 5. Two of which, I happen to like chatting with when I get coffee there, which is often. The others are ( Read more... )

So I got more hours next week, a full week actually.  For me that means 24 hours.  If I was running that show it'd be nothing but me working at WinCo.  Each episode would deal with an hour of me facing, throwing frieght, doing gobacks, etc.  Whenever something would get frantic, like a customer breaking a jar of pickles (or the more common jar of ( Read more... )

Hi mom. The jig is up.

North By Northwest. A Hitchcock joint. Great movie, but one of the funniest endings ever (the movie is serious but you can't possibly take the last 5 minutes with a straight face).

all of a sudden my friends' page is extremely empty. Looks like someone deleted her LJ. weird.

Iona. That's all you need to know. Go out at rock like a celt. A mellow celt. Yeah. It's crazy like that.

This is the story (or something) that I wrote for my desktop publishing project final.
It deals with a few things, but mainly (and it's kinda obvious at the end) it deals with our own inflated sense of importance when it comes to the things of God. It doesn't have a driving direction, though, so it meanders a bit. (There are swears)

You walk by ( Read more... )

Every moment you spent at her lips was another year in question. The further you went the more you could hear God on your shoulder. You dodged the question but could only think of the words that would damn you as you went along. You were afraid to look in the mirror the next day as see a man who is going to hell. But you didn't want to see a ( Read more... )

Gasp.

And yet the hecticness isn't over yet.

Somehow I have to fit in a trip to Kinkos before my afternoon class and hope that I can get a color copy in the size that I need for under 18 bucks. Probably not going to happen. I hate Kinkos.