Here's a brief update in the epic romance that's budding between Sean and I:

Tonight I was cleaning off a table with Fintan, one of the other managers AND an owner.  He was in a strangely good mood, which means he was trying to be funny.

"There she goes, it's Superwoman!" he said to me mockingly.  
"Better known as Kathleen!" I jabbed back, trying to ( Read more... )

 Is it weird that I somehow enjoy waking up slightly hungover?

 Last Monday I was sitting near the door of the restaurant with Sean, my favorite manager.  Since it was Monday, which is always glacially slow, and since it was Sean, who is always deathly quiet, I decided to force some small talk.

"So, uh, who's managing on Valentine's Day?" I said.

"Niall and Fintin are both on," he said, keeping his pointy nose ( Read more... )

 I like to think I'm a pretty smart gal- a summa cum laude graduate of William and Mary, complete with highest honors.

But I am not always smart.  Sometimes, I am very stupid.  I'll make a silly error at the restaurant- just a brief lapse in judgement that causes me to order "Seafood Pie" as opposed to "Shepherd's 'Pie."  Now I don't think this ( Read more... )

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I woke up in the middle of the night Friday.  I had a just had a dream, and it left me feeling very warm and contented.

"It must have been a very nice dream," I thought, but I couldn't quite remember what it had been.  A dream of romance, perhaps?  A surprise visit from close friends?  No, none of those seemed right.

I dug around in my semi- ( Read more... )

I have fallen in love with Barack Obama.

I subbed at my old high school on Friday.  It was pretty cool to hang out with my favorite teachers in the English office, eating my soup and chatting about my future plans.

But I really love about subbing is people-watching the high schoolers.  (It's so easy to have contempt for them, especially in my own alma mater.)  I subbed for an English ( Read more... )

I'm the last resident of Barrett Hall.  The building is empty.  The campus is empty.  My steps echo off the bare walls.

In the beginning of the year, I liked this emptiness.  It was nice to have the whole place to myself: the paths, the gardens, the buildings.  I felt like I owned the College.  But now it's a sad emptiness.  Sad because I know it's ( Read more... )

Everyone has a crazy family.  But some families are crazy for different reasons, and in different ways.  My family is crazy because my parents are divorced, my mom is a lesbian, her partner is a crazy snobby bitch, my dad is remarried to a minister and adopted two teenagers from the Ukraine, and my brother is the most boring suit on the planet.  ( Read more... )