I was at the office eight hours today.; the only real work I did was send a package off for someone. I wrote three letters and kept on writing. I was planning on submitting this so it would be in the great interweb repository, and I quite frankly feel a little awkward doing it after seeing that people still regularly use livejournal. I dunno.

I once ( Read more... )

I can't write about what goes on here. The environment is conducive to learning. I go to class daily between 12 and 5, with two exceptions. I am currently making an A+ in Social Deviance and Calc III, a likely solid B in Chemistry, and a D in Chem Lab-which will be a B by the end of the semester ( Read more... )

While I haven’t had any time to do much profound thinking recently, or had any profound initial thoughts to expand on, I still felt compelled to write this, out of the necessity of having a journal that captures fragments of everything, including the mundane ( Read more... )

What do you do with the stories you have that are too interesting to tell only one person but far too detailed and exhausting to tell more than a few people? If ten different people were to ask me what I did today, by the tenth person I would have done ‘nothing’. Does my story completely disappear from the world at that point, or is it instead part ( Read more... )

Today, on the bus, I met Angela, a happy rising senior who lives in an Atlanta suburb, on her way to Hendersonville to see friends. She was one of those strangers you meet that you feel comfortable talking to about anything and everything. Though, we only talked for about two of the twelve hours it took to get from Atlanta to Charlotte. But meeting ( Read more... )

Poor old hamsters running round on the wheel. Why do they do it? Those fellas, daft as a two bob watch I should think. Those poor bloody hamsters thinking: "I could get out of here in two minutes flat"...and then they find out that they ain't going nowhere. Just like the rest of us. We're all on the bloody wheel ourselves, aren't we?

I don't think I've given an update in more than a month; I'm sorry I won't be able to cover all the interesting things that have happened ( Read more... )

I shot 18 and 20 out of 25 in trap today. I don't think it's that bad for not firing more than a few rounds in two years. Now, if only there were a profession in which I could put my great shooting skills to good use ( Read more... )

Florida is really alien. There's something unsettling about driving across a state where the roads all run flat and the only grassy medians are those on the toll highways. It's a place where people are paying millions of dollars to live on 100 year flood plain. Where the tall trees only have branches at the very top and the short ones all have ( Read more... )

Sunday morning I left to drive to Florida with my mother. The trip was relativly stress free. I was kind of asleep on the floor at my grandmother's when Dan called ( Read more... )