Well, I've been home - that is, Minneapolis, although the more I'm here the more I'm convinced that Chicago is home - and it's weird. My parents are not the weirdest thing, actually; it's weird living with them, but they haven't attempted to enforce a curfew and I don't see them much, anyway, since I've been out pretty consistently since I came ( Read more... )

The following is an alternative to writing a final essay for my humanities class, Readings in World Literature. It's meant to be a comment on Flannery O'Connor's Everything That Rises Must Converge. Tell me what you think; it's been a long time since I've shared creative writing with you guys ( Read more... )

You know, I don't think I've ever been happier ( Read more... )

I spent Thanksgiving with the Hoff/Ellis extended family, my boyfriend's family. I never knew families could be like that ( Read more... )

Who wants to read a half-realized essay?

( I do! )

Justin just left, but the volleyball prospie has taken over the shower so this is a good time to update ( Read more... )

Today is a sad, sad day.

Paul Wellstone, 1944-2002

http://www.startribune.com/stories/462/3388993.html

http://www.uclick.com/client/nyt/tr/2002/10/12/index.html

You. You are not allowed to listen to Elliott Smith at 2:00 AM when you've had a fight with your lover and still have another hour's worth of Rousseau to read and haven't outlined your Plato essay or reworded your survey to be submitted to the sociology department tomorrow and have just been yelled at by your mother and can't find your copy of ( Read more... )

Callgirl daughter gives dad heart attack, divorce looms

(found in the journal of , who found it elsewhere ( Read more... )