if there is anything I can do to avoid work, I've probably already done it ... thus this last ditch effort to avoid writing -- ironically -- is writing in this superfluous journal ( Read more... )

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Few movies make me cry. A lot make me horny. More than I can count make me nauseus at the horrific writing and terrible plot. Dozens make me cringe at the moralistic approach they take. But only a handful, and I only need three fingers to count them on, make me cry ( Read more... )

I need to get the fuck out of Pittsburgh. I can't stand being here anymore. Everyone is finding someone to love ... or at least simulate it with ... or has someone lined up ... and here I sit, in my apartment, listening to a fucking British Lesbian Transvestite crack jokes ( Read more... )

Short Skirt / Long Jacket ( Read more... )

Shit-faced and proud of it.

Mike Russo is totally cool.

There are very cool english majors who are not awesome.

Mike is not one who is not awesome.

We rock.

So does Tanqueray 10 neat, two Stoli Raz and Red Bulls, and a Yeungling Lager.

Tootals.

So it was everything I'd hoped it would be and more. Garden State was not just simply alright, it was simply brilliant. I laughed, I nearly cried, I grabbed Mariah's knee on multiple occasions ... talk about identifying with a character. Talk about the existential crisis of our generation ( Read more... )

i've broken one of my two oldest rules.

and now I'm paying for it.

someone cut this beating mass from my chest and eat it.

I sometimes wonder why I didn't just kill myself ( Read more... )

Missed my bus already for my ten o'clock. Had to drive to campus, but did, however, manage to get a prime spot in front of the Cathedral. Bumped, briefly, into Danielle on my way to Posvar and then had a quick class with Dr. Epitropolous for Peace Movements and Peace Education ( Read more... )