was a big ball of suck. Go to hell, Mr Eggers. Go straight to hell.

The soundtrack is good, and the costumes were perfect. But the story? Seawater.

Ok.

Ok.

Life is slowly coming back into line.

I have an apartment (with a roommate) as of the first. Meanwhile I'm sleeping in a bed (alone) in a room with a door.

I found a second job (which I do not want, but lots of hours).

I am writing. Somehow.

I am submitting my work.

I am getting published.

Tiny ezines? Yes. Getting my name out? YES!

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Last year, I lived with my emotionally crazed father, step-mother who hates me (mutual) and sister who is wonderful. I made it though my step-mother leaving (and reconciling) my father and his resulting terrifying break down. I went to jail for the first time (old traffic tickets, natrually), had to drop out of college and was kicked out of my ( Read more... )

Starvation-ration diets and 5K training. Fun.

No, no it isn't.

I was doing really well, too, up until I had three beers last night, hahaha.

Oh well. I will burn calories through annoyance at work, right? Right.

Seriously, if aggravation burned calories, I'd be bone thin.

Shrug.

Happy spring, ya'll.

BY: David Foster Wallace

Transcription of the 2005 Kenyon Commencement Address - May 21, 2005

(If anybody feels like perspiring [cough], I'd advise you to go ahead, because I'm sure going to. In fact I'm gonna [mumbles while pulling up his gown and taking out a handkerchief from his pocket].) Greetings ["parents"?] and congratulations to Kenyon's ( Read more... )

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AHAHAHahahahahahaha...

Knife Pile Palin, here.

http://politsk.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah_13.html

Ike. He cometh ( Read more... )

And has been dating? This girl.

Real-life dates. With actual boys who I don't know and my friend's don't either. GASP!

I think I met a nice one. I might have to keep this one for a minute or two.

I feel like such a big girl. Taking steps. Making out in parkinglots. Mature.

There is something so devastating about going on a date- a nice date, ending it with a kiss, and becoming violently sick to your stomach.

Broken. And so.