I ate an entire bag of candy corn today. Sarah helped a bit, but my currently rotting teeth are proof that I did most of the work. I am strangely proud of this fact. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go try to fend off the inevitable diabetes that's heading my way ( Read more... )

So the market is majorly fucked up, to put it lightly. I keep thinking back to a class two years ago when Prof. Whalen pretty much predicted this and much more, while reluctantly mentioning it might leave us in a crisis worse than the Depression (I'm not one for economics, but selling our debt does not sound like a good idea).  And then my mind ( Read more... )

Lordy.

I sit in the middle of the two most ass-smacking weeks of my life, and to begin to list why they have been or will be so is  too tedious a task even for me. It's an odd mixture of the good and the bad, all of it unexpected. Yet somehow the waves of awesome that have came my way, like running into Anna B at the MIA concert and dancing in a ( Read more... )

Sometimes when the week devours your soul like this week has with me (housing being a bitch, not getting the internship at WYSP, homework coming out the ears and no sign of it letting up for Marathon Monday, ect) it helps to focus on the little things. Thus, I give you, a list of random things this week that commanded a smile (keep in mind, however ( Read more... )

Right before I left for Spring Break the other week, I was walking to my dorm past the administration building as a large tour group of potential students and their parents walked down the street.  From the dorm across the street, a guy yelled out the window at the tour group "I'm gonna fuck all your daughters!" (my dad's reaction, when I shared ( Read more... )

This week I learned that Eugene O'Neill died in my dorm back when it was a hotel in the 50's. Um...wow?

It's funny, since they made the floor that he died on the Writer's specialty housing floor. It also clears up the ghost suspicion me and my roomate have been having. So it's been Eugene O'Neill that's been causing my door to open by itself all ( Read more... )

Dear Carolyn,

Stop procrastinating.

Love,
Your Common Sense

P.S. That goes for perezhilton checking and unnecessary cookie eating as well!

• I have been on an endless search for this week's Dig with no success. Usually there's an abundance of them on campus, in metal containers on the street or stacked near dorm doors. This week, however, not so much. I need my fix of holier-than-thou cynicism and social critique. If anything, I need it for the captions they have for all the bad band ( Read more... )

Being back in Boston hasn't been as bad as I predicted. Sure, my general feelings towards BU nowadays is something of "Eh, sure why not". And sure, nothing will ever compare to the amazing that is London (but honestly, what could?). My new room assignment is parallel to the Citgo sign and Fenway, and both are clearly visible if you were to use the ( Read more... )

I'm in a internet cafe in Amsterdam. The stories to tell would put me well over the alotted time, and my writing skills are diminished like hell right now, so instead I will say this ( Read more... )