As college students, we're entitled to at least 3 periods of sheer panic/frustration per semester (and if you aren't on a semester system, you can get away with a solid 1.5 per quarter). The ratio is usually 2:1, career/academics : personal/family, unless you have an unstable world at home. True, every-day life maintains SOME level of stress and ( Read more... )

First of all, I don't know why my LJ icon is flipping out. It might be the computer but it looks like Gob is on crack ( Read more... )

Right now Taco and I are just chilling in the hotel lobby at the Brookline Holiday Inn. After a series of unfortunate delays (on the part of JetBlue) we managed to land at Logan 2 minutes apart. Two taxi rides, a McDonald's breakfast, and a phone call from Chris Parks later we find ourselves roomless but not internet-less. Thank GOD. I'm beyond ( Read more... )

Thank god for Netflix. Tuesday nights just got interesting. Here's my quick summer movie review ( Read more... )

I had already put on my work apron and was about to grab my car keys when my mom stopped me. "Uncle BG called...Grandma is not responding." "Well what does that mean Mom?" I knew what that mean. "She probably won't ever wake up again." A coma. I hope it's peaceful. "Do you want to go visit her or just remember her how she was? Your brother is ( Read more... )

Nestled in the backwoods of a dusty dirt road, Grandma's house looked out onto the Puget Sound from the rocky bluffs of Whidbey Island. Visits there always promised peanut M&Ms, a quarter for scratching her back, and three episodes of COPS. Unlike many of her eldery friends, Grandma always had her wits about her. She provided endless stories of ( Read more... )

Somewhere between the baking soda and the too-melted butter, my double batch of chocolate chip cookies came out looking like biscuits. As a cookie, they're atrocious. As a cook, I'm a joke. A future husband of mine will be sitting across from me at the dining room table, staring at his plate and laughing: "Honey, it's a good thing you're terrific ( Read more... )

Deli life is good. It's better. It's sometimes the best ( Read more... )

Two lattes, one bag of peanut M&Ms, and a few new Flogging Molly songs fuel this next riveting episode in the saga of my love life ( Read more... )

After packing and cleaning and reorganizing today, I stumbled across the most random article of my past: a photo of Casey in his football jersey. His mom had let me borrow the picture (one of those look-really-intense-and-off-into-the-distance poses) so I could draw a portrait of him for Christmas or possibly one of those gift-giving, pressure- ( Read more... )