Jews are some of my favorite people, I thought.  Ira Glass is awesome on NPR's "This American Life," and who doesn't love Jerry Seinfeld (don't answer that).  In my head, I had pictured Mike Myers dressed in drag and smoking like a fiend.  I figured it'd be a laugh riot--Mel Brooks and Carl Reiner, for eight hours a day, five days a week.  Who ( Read more... )

I was twenty and ill-equipped when my first real love ended.  Of course, I don't have much distance from the event now, being only twenty-three, but a couple of years in your early twenties (or so I'm told) seem like eons.  In all honesty, I'm kind of looking forward to a time in the future when I might blink my eyes and say, "Holy shit!  Have I ( Read more... )

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I'm currently reading Jessie Fauset's There is Confusion, and it's eerie how much the whole thing speaks to me and my current situation.  The feelings of hopelessness, of teetering ambition, of uncertainty in life and love...

Am I distinctive?  If I am, does that distinction really matter?

I am in love.  How can I prevent myself from fucking ( Read more... )

Bad thing #1:  It took me almost an hour and a half to get home.  The train lost power.  It blew.

Bad thing #2:  The headaches have gotten worse.

Bad thing #3:  I noticed a soft, squishy lump above and behind my right ear this morning.

What I'm going to do about all of this?

Make French toast and watch "The Office" and hope that everything's

I should feel all kinds of guilty for skipping class yesterday, but Kevin was actually home.  He had a day off, and with all of the flakes at the bar, this doesn't happen too often.  Plus, the weather was depressing.  I don't think I need a better reason to take a day off.

We spent all day talking and smoking.  He slept late and I read a little.  I ( Read more... )

Kevin made chicken noodle soup last night.  I repeat, he made it.  He grilled the chicken, seasoned up the chicken stock, chopped the vegetables, threw in the egg noodles, and it was delicious.

I have to say, he's a better cook than I am.  This hurts my pride a bit, I must admit.  I can bake a mean cookie, though.  However, the oven in our ( Read more... )

Last night was awesome.  As expected, there were people who said they were going to come, but didn't.  That always happens.  Oddly enough, I ran into my early modern drama prof at  the bar, and she was all cute and drunk, and it made me laugh.  We almost closed the place down--Kevin, Ben, and I--but then we decided it would be pointless as we were ( Read more... )

I'd like to spend a little time talking about my dad, who passed away on 12/24/2007.

It's been just over three months since he's been gone, and I can't say I feel any different, which is to say I'm not sure how to feel about it at all.  My relationship with my father was rocky, at best.  My parents divorced when I was two and were separated before ( Read more... )

I finished my "Narrative Trajectory" essay on The Song of the Lark.  I take immense pride in being able to spit out a pretty decent essay in about two hours, but I know I shouldn't do it.  BAD MEGAN!  At least I'm starting to put myself on the right track.  I felt like I got a lot done today.  I'm still planning on finishing this book before I go ( Read more... )