So whoa, it's been three months since my last update. Don't feel bad. It's not you...it's me. My tangible journal is very much the same way, with sporadic nonsensical updates every couple months ( Read more... )

While working at the EDS Lab, I checked, rechecked, and then checked again everyone's lj in order to pass the time and avoid homework. Because I don't work at the EDS Lab anymore, I spend much less time on the computer than I used to, leading to a dearth of updates ( Read more... )

Kitsch1963: nouis ( Read more... )

I got back to my room this afternoon and discovered that pieces of the bathroom ceiling had fallen onto the toilet. When Jodie and I first turned on the bathroom faucet, brown water came out of it. We flipped out and determined that it was like we were in a bad movie where a couple purchases a house only to discover what bad shape it's in. If we ( Read more... )

WHERE IS MY CD CASE?  Yeah, ok, I know it's full of bad pop punk and cheesy oldies and oh so many Elton John's greatest hits cds...but it's my bad pop punk and cheesy oldies and Elton John's greatest hits!

Oh man, what if Lauren took it back to school with her?  I will be pissed.  As pissed as pissed can be.  Until Lauren's theft is confirmed, ( Read more... )

When I think of different years, several defining moments come to mind ( Read more... )

I think my sister, Meagan, is a forty year old woman trapped inside an eleven year old's body.

The evidence:

--she covered me with a blanket when I fell asleep on the couch

--she asked for the Phil Collins CD for Christmas

--she's been doing Winsor Pilates

Hmmm...

I have a headache.

My stomach hurts.

My hair is doing a really annoying poofy thing.

I've only eaten a couple triscuits, a piece of pizza, and some Kit Kats in the past two days.

It's really nasty outside.

BUT...

My American Literature final is DONE, thus making it the best day ever, and me the happiest girl alive.

I always dread when people come to me with their computer problems, because I, 99% of the time, cannot help them. I often say, "I'm a writing major. All I know is Word ( Read more... )

A couple years ago, I saw a TV special called "Holiday at the White House," or something like that. Bush called for his dog, Barney, to come to him and the darling little dog trotted into the room. We thought the puppy would jump into Bush's arms but he ran right by him. SO CUTE ( Read more... )