Friends, it's only been twenty-one weeks since my last post. I was going to post sooner, really I was. I had a post all prepared for you. Luckily, I read over it, and realized what a tremendous waste of words it was ( Read more... )

Today was my greatest packing challenge yet. With the help of one vacuum-seal bag and several hours of careful placement, I have four bags stuffed to burst with most of my junk. This was my thought process for most of the ordeal ( Read more... )

AHAHAHAHAHAHA I FINISHED MY PAPERS!!!!!!!!! LET'S DANCE, GUYS.

DOING WORK IS FOR CHUMPS. Let's do this instead.

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship and do I know about it?

2) What was your dream growing up and have you made any progress on it?

3) What talent do you wish you had and why the hell would you want to do that, anyway4) If I bought you a drink what would it be ( Read more... )

I'm a quantifier. I like doing simple calculations that give me a solid idea of what fraction of my life I've spent doing this, that, or the other. I like plugging in the numbers to figure out how many hours of my life have been dedicated to listening to the song "Leave It" on my computer. I like jiggling the data around a bit to find very simple ( Read more... )

Not to beat too much on the drum of "my life runs in four-year cycles," especially since I can only remember relevant data for evidence of a single cycle, but here I am in the run-up to Christmas, and I might as well be just as melancholic as I was four years ago. And not even just melancholic, but by the books men I'm as deranged and frustrated ( Read more... )

If you will permit me to engage in a little faulty math, I've calculated that, thus far in Italy, I have experienced 44 hours hours less of sunshine than I would have experienced in North Carolina. (I've been in Italy for 87 days, and according to my weather widget, the sun set half an hour later in Durham yesterday than in Italy (4:31 P.M. versus ( Read more... )

It's only ten at night, and I'm so deep-down tired that my eyes barely stay open. It's ten on a Monday night, and I can hear nothing but the rain on my window drumming a monotonous beat that I've already heard before. Nothing is new here anymore; everything is a repeat of something else I've seen, done, heard, felt, thought. It's wearing me down. I ( Read more... )

Looking at old pictures of myself is an absolutely horrifying endeavor, as it seems I spent most of my time from the age of 6 through 17 being as ugly as I possibly could (with many painfully awkward phases in which I roughly resembled a potato for reasons I can't quite explain). If it wasn't the shirts two or three sizes too big, then it was the ( Read more... )

Good green god almighty on a high-flying pimento cheese sandwich, my good people, WHAT IT IS. That is to say, What is up? and other such inquiries as to your well-being. I ask this NOT because I want to know, but because these words tend to initiate your asking how I'm doing, which is what I'll assume you've done. (It's true, I was just waiting for ( Read more... )