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Same shit, different day. I'm not abandoning this for good, just for now.

Nick and I saw the Box Tops last night in Cleveland. Beachland Ballroom is a fantastic venue. Get enough coffee or beer into me and I'll see a show anywhere, but I do find myself, as I shuffle my feet waiting on the opening band, seeking to insert each venue into a hierarchy of all the places I've ever seen bands play. It can't be too big, but it ( Read more... )

Note to self: Love hard, take things slow.

Rest in peace, Ethan.

(Beavercreek Man dies nearly a year after being shot in Iraq)

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It would be completely inappropriate if one were to show up at one's boyfriend's place of employment while he is working in order to ask him to do that thing where he picks you up from behind and cracks your back, right? Let's say that his place of employment is a cancer hospital and he works on a high-risk floor? Let's also say its 2:30 in the ( Read more... )

Because I'm still not quite ready to talk about my experience with 24, I'll let Jenn fill you in. She's brilliant, and equally prone to becoming emotionally involved with fictional characters.

This week Columbus, Ohio got what was coming to it. We had eight inches of snow in one night, followed by steady freezing rain and more snow over the next several days.  The layers of ice were sandwiched between all the snow, so when you stepped in the snow it only crunched slightly and then split geometrically, instead of sinking your feet. The ( Read more... )

Somehow I have perfected an icy stare. I do not know how this happened.

I've been told that I have a intense face. I am aware of this, and it bothers me because I don't view myself as intense and I especially don't view myself as serious. When strangers make eye contact with me, I typically smile slightly. I don't do it consciously, but I think it ( Read more... )

12. get my computer fixed

Funemployment has been kind to me thus far. I have been hanging out, working out, making out with little stressing out. Lauren's boyfriend, Andrew, laid hands on my computer and drove the devil out. This must be how parents of missing children feel when their child, presumed dead, is returned to them. Oh man, am I ever ( Read more... )

A girl looks up from the midterm we are both taking and out of the giant windows in the classroom.  "Snowing HARD", she says.  I've always felt like that term was ill-fitting. It rains hard: it drums your bedroom window and it ripples ponds and a stormcloud at a distance appears to be threaded to the ground by the trajectory of the rain.  It hails ( Read more... )