I stand in awe of James Joyce.

It's good to be reminded just how much I love reading.  Amid the read, absorb, churn out, I think I forget sometimes that I started down this road because it gives me pleasure and fulfillment, and has deep meaning to me.  I want to wrap my hands around this feeling and not lose it despite the intersection of work and ( Read more... )

Sometimes I have that revelation about being diabetic.  Most of the time, honestly, it's more of an annoyance than anything else.  But every now and again something happens that actually makes me remember.

As I'm sure is already obvious, today was one of those days.

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So much reading.  All the time.  Right now my life is basically going to class, getting home, and immediately beginning a reading or writing assignment for one of my three upper div English classes (or on occasion, the Science and Society fungi class that is giving me SocSci credits).  I work on that from two or so until I'm too exhausted to think ( Read more... )

( This does not sound good. )

College...or high school...is clearly in need of a class that teaches things like how to read expiration dates on food packages.  Life Skills 101.  Just saying.

Also, remind me that if I decide to take a retail job in the future, I'd rather it not be at a gigantic store with ten thousand employees and managers.  I think something smaller and more ( Read more... )

Here's a novel idea.  If you, as a judge, are trying to pick twelve jurors in a reasonable period of time, maybe history lessons are not the way to go.  Honestly.  The judge spent five to ten minutes before every point he made rambling about random stuff.  Sometimes it had vague connections, like the whole story about the pilgrims coming over as ( Read more... )

I'd really rather not serve the US justice system as a juror.

Especially not tomorrow morning at 8:30 AM in Martinez.  -.- 

So far, the two days that I've had of working as a Mervyn's Sales Associate have gone decently well.  The first training day was pretty epically boring, what with watching videos about how to turn in your coworkers if they're stealing, and sitting around filling out paperwork.  Somehow it all took four hours.  Today, the second day, was better, ( Read more... )

Clearly I will never be good enough to satisfy my father.

So , if there's one thing I'm going to enjoy about Spain, it's going to be not hearing Mom yelling at Grandma.  Constantly.  Until I have to step in and tell her to stop, which lasts until five minutes later when I'm out of the room.  Orrrr, as evidenced right this second, while I'm in the room.

Also, Mike Chen loaned me his acoustic guitar, so now ( Read more... )