In case you've been wondering, my girl-gone-wild spring break was overwhelmed by overlapping internships and house-sitting (ie, exceptional amounts of TV watching), plus some prep for next quarter and the impending end of my life (ie, school ( Read more... )

What damn kind of pub can't serve an irish coffee? Huh? Do I look like a girl who drinks stout? No. All I want is whiskey, coffee and wifi.

Whooo, it's been a while, huh ( Read more... )

It's Saturday? Saturday! What am I doing with my weekend? Remember when I used to have fun ...

It's a day and five hours after I wrote the following on the busride home. I am much less distraught now, but I thank you for your condolences in advance ( Read more... )

I have my first Real Job Interview tomorrow ( Read more... )

From the stimulatingly bright colors of Target's holiday aisle I plucked a little package of sugar free Jelly Belly beans this afternoon. Because too much sugary candy on an emptyish stomach makes me feel icky sometimes. After slowly finishing the two-serving package over the course of the evening, I perused the package and found, next to an ( Read more... )

After a late breakfast, Brian took my laundry and I watched a bunch of Sex and the City. Then I cleaned, then painted, then, searching for a movie, I found Erin's tiny videos from Berlin. Barely blinks of our three months there. I watched them all, and I wanted it back ( Read more... )

(In response to Erin's last post, and to the general beliefs I and my circle held as poor indie kids ( Read more... )

I wasn't so much debating going to class as I was postponing the admitttance that I was definately not on my way there. I really, really, really didn't care in the slightest about the history of architecture or the anthropology of female genital cutting in Africa. So as I wandered around the apartment in the dark, I wondered if I actually want to ( Read more... )