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Only three and a half more hours...
I love the Fridays right before a three-day weekend, though I admit that I always seem to get overly high expectations that I'm going to end up doing something really awesome, though that term is entirely subjective and changes meaning throughout time. My life really is different as compared to this time last year, though. I'm also exponentially ( Read more... ) -
Trip
This past Friday after work I drove down to Columbus to spend some time with Katie. What is it about long drives with good, loud music and coffee on a humid spring evening that makes me feel wonderfully strange (but in an orange sense, of course)? After about two and a half hours, I arrived at her apartment and we just lazed about for a bit while ( Read more... ) -
Rain, rain...
I just overheard my boss say, as he is walking back into the office from lunch, "You'll never guess what. It's raining." Sigh ( Read more... ) -
Notes
I've felt a tad too hostile toward this journal lately. Whenever I sit down to write, I have a difficult time putting my thoughts into text form. I crave a polished, organized journal - one with structure and substance. But by the time I am finished typing three sentences, my lunch break is over and the realization that I just wasted half an ( Read more... ) -
Oatmeal and deadlines
I finally finished my research paper a little after one this morning, and just in time - I have to submit it tonight at 7. Needless to say, I am feeling a tad drowsy and quietly cranky. Oh, do I ever look forward to when my second class ends at 9:45 and I can go home to fucking sleep ( Read more... ) -
All this that is more than a wish...
is a memory.
One day very soon I need to wipe the fog from my eyes and take in the solemn reminder that certain faces and places don't fit anymore. -
So.
- I have an exam in Seven Ideas tonight, for which I did not study because: a.) my professor never sent us the study guide as he said he would, and b.) I didn't check the syllabus until yesterday evening. Oops.
+ Started work on my research paper last night! I feel like I have a good idea as to how I will structure it and the angle I may take -
He wasn't even there for ten minutes before they...
started to fuck. I know more about their sexual habits than I do anything else about them. Shit, I don't even know their names. My neighbor upstairs and her boyfriend, specifically. As I type this, I'm trying like hell to block out their sex noises and the post-coital footsteps around the apartment. It isn't that I am crotchety or even remotely ( Read more... ) -
Sundaze
Last night Sean and I went to Sandra's to partake in some snacks, drinks, and this game called Merchants & Marauders. Despite the fact that it was incredibly convoluted and I didn't even come remotely close to winning, I had a good time. Delicious cinnamon-apple muffin cake courtesy of Sandra, an impromptu yet comical discussion regarding certain ( Read more... )
