So I go to BiGala and everything is Kosher. WRONGNot only does this 2-week-mistake fling show up and makes me feel completely out-of-place and off-standish-like, he brings the guy that I could seriously live without seeing again ( Read more... )

I totally got my A&P professor back for all of those times he humiliated me in front of the class for not showing up for class ( Read more... )

Sometimes you feel like crying.

This is one of those times.

Elijah patrolled the backyard from the viewpoint of the pool deck in their backyard. The militant, steady shuffling of the over-sized slippers he stole from his father's shoe rack blend with the crickets' and the frogs' natural symphony. He stared directly up toward the sky and counted ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've had to endure physical labor in the work force. For the past 5-6 months, I've been working at a desk at Cogswell Motors as a business coordinator for the dealership's salespeople. Basically, I did most of their dirty work and disarmed the customers' defenses over the phone and got paid a little bit above minimum wage ( Read more... )

Je n'amie pas my A&P professor ( Read more... )

Take the quiz: "What Musical Are You?"

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Cell phone got shut off last night. Blah. I also started back at Little Caesar's yesterday, too. My boss called me up and offered me my management position back with better pay and none of the responsibilities ( Read more... )

I helped Misty & Kristina move into their new apartment last night, despite the overwhelming desire to sit and revitalize the skewed energy my body has because of laryngitis. God I hate being nice sometimes. They really needed the help (and the truck), so I helped. I would expect the same if the time ever came when I needed like-help ( Read more... )

I got my laryngitis going on. It's like a big bacterial party in my throat and everyone's invited! But not really ( Read more... )

I went to Tech BiGala meeting. We had the biggest turn-out since I started going almost 2 years ago.

I still felt alone.

So I went home and listened to some Savage Garden and consulting my conscience while lyin on my bed.

He didn't have much to say.