Alright, so from now until the end of the semester, I have 42 pages worth of essays to do, two presentations, a final test, and I think two in-class essay tests. After that, I'm going to take my brain, plop it in a pool for a month or two, and just chill out. No, I'm going to have to get a job. That's almost the same thing when you're temping, just ( Read more... )

I've been sick for the last few days. No big deal, just a bit of a cold, but that doesn't keep it from being a pain in the ass. On Thursday night/Friday morning at about 4 am, after not being able to just get to sleep, I walked to the gas station across campus to snag some Nyquil. Oh sweet sweet Nyquil. As I stood outside, loading up the little ( Read more... )

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "Everybody I knew who left town in search of something better wound up coming back ( Read more... )

I don't have a whole hell of a lot to say right now. I go home in like 40 days. This makes me joyous. My mother and brother are coming to visit this weekend. This also makes me joyous. I got an A on my Shakespeare midterm when a friend of mine who is smart got a D. This makes me joyous. Bagels with cream cheese for breakfast. This makes me joyous. ( Read more... )

Before my arrival, I had had some misgivings about how New York and I would get along. One one hand, The Ramones and Velvet Underground come from NY. Positive points right there. On the other hand, The Strokes come from there too. So it was sort of a toss up. That coupled with the fact that I really dig LA, and in my experience, people tend to dig ( Read more... )

Ken left yesterday. He was sick. He is sick now. Regardless, we had a good time. I was very glad to have him around for the past 5ish days. Ken is good fuckin' people. On Saturday, we went to 924 Gilman St, the world famous collective punk club (Green Day came from there, kiddies!!). The Line-up was All Bets Off, Chinese Stars, Some Girls, and ( Read more... )

My Dad is coming up to visit me this weekend. Then next friday, Ken's coming up to hang for a few days. Week after that is (finally) the trip to New fuckin York. Then the weekend after I get back, my mommy and bro are gonna come visit. Ah happy happy time.

01: what is your first memory of me ( Read more... )

I miss Southern California. There's just something about the idea of being surrounded by millions of shallow people, obsessed with their appearance, possessions, and careers, wanting nothing other than to be amongst people who help in the enhancement, aquisition, and advancement of said desires, that is insanely appealing to me. It's off-putting to ( Read more... )

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