Eye on the TV ( Read more... )

As the last two weeks of the semester approach, I find myself so over-burdened, it's painful. After assessing how this happened however, I realize that there is no one to blame but myself. All of this work has been laid out all semester. I knew all about the three presentations due this week. The cumulative 50+ pages I have to write for this week. ( Read more... )

Your Lucky Underwear Is Red
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100 RANDOM QUESTIONS ( Read more... )

Day after day, love turns grey ( Read more... )

So I spent most of last week listening to, in this order, Pink Floyd's The Wall, Nine Inch Nails Downward Spiral, Marilyn Manson's Antichrist Superstar, then I watched The Wall a couple times, followed by listening to it at least, if not twice a day. If those cds in the same week aren't a cocktail for severe mental illness, I don't know what is. ( Read more... )

Step right up, march, push ( Read more... )

After leaving early Thursday afternoon, Jason and I catch some lunch on our way up to east lansing. I had seriously given thought to staying in good ole' Norwood, but I rationalized that this is my last St. Patty's day party as an official student, and I may not have this chance again. I'll be living here next year, so I can party here all I want. ( Read more... )

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I see a red door and I want it painted black ( Read more... )