Well, friends, thus ends the LiveJournal chapter of my life. Any last words?

I really should be stricter about my bedtime now because hey, in a few weeks... there's no way I'll be in bed by midnight. (25 days until Move-In ( Read more... )

I had so much anxiety over the possibility of Travis going home this week on "So You Think You Can Dance?" that I dreamt about him last night. Yes, I really did, and I woke up wondering if I should have called from Wing Factory to vote for him. I apologize to everyone who likes Ivan, but I have wanted him to go home since the first week. He's good ( Read more... )

Sometimes it just breaks my heart.

( Needed to get my mind off things... )

I've had Finale PrintMusic for about four and a half years now, and it's given me a lot of trouble during that time. There was the three-day fiasco in which I could not figure out to save my life why there was no sound during playback; it turned out that I had to install another program, and even now the sound is still distorted. I can't make my ( Read more... )

Another slow July day at work. I spent the morning restocking and rearranging the card racks with a pleasant ten-minute phone interruption by Chris, but otherwise I've just been holding up the counter. But hey, just two and a half hours to go ( Read more... )

Based on how tired I am right now, I don't think I got enough rest yesterday to keep me working at optimal performance for three weeks (the past two and this coming week). I really should think about taking more mornings off. I did put in my two weeks' notice at CPK on Saturday afternoon, though, and I think I can survive at least through August ( Read more... )

As much as I've been counting down the days until Move-In, I'm having trouble believing it's July 21st already. Right around this time three months ago I was finishing up my thesis paper on Marwick's witchcraft accusations theory and officially ending my first year of college. That's about the last time I wrote anything of consequence, sadly enough ( Read more... )

It was the peak of our lunch rush, and an older woman shaped somewhat like a marshmallow came in by herself. Because we were on a wait, I asked her if she would like to sit immediately at the bar, and she declined, forcefully. I added her to the list. When a table opened up for her no more than ten minutes later, Griffin tried to seat her, only to ( Read more... )