Hey kids ( Read more... )

Ahh my neglected live journal ( Read more... )

It took me three hours to get to an appointment in Littleton yesterday. I'm still irate about it. I, naturally, blame Lockheed Martin ( Read more... )

My life hasn't been nice 'n flowy enough lately to merit a long entry. If I look back over the vast majority of this semester, all I see are glimpses and moments and fragments of, I'm guessing, something larger. It's much like someone out there is channel surfing my life ( Read more... )

I had to take an immunology exam today. It made me want to weep ( Read more... )

The lead singer of Brand New spits entirely too much when he sings. I'm pretty sure his guitarist does black tar heroin. (I can do a stunning impression of him). And I almost touched Chris Carrabba.

He's just as small as I imagined him.

Prairie dogs, a relatively defenseless meal to predators, have an elaborate community set up. At each entrance into their underground network of habitat, they have a guard. This guard will make high-pitched chirruping noises when danger is near ( Read more... )

Oooohhhh it was an interesting night at Work. I can't say that I thoroughly enjoy getting a stealth attack by God... but I also can't tell you that it wasn't much needed and timed extremely well ( Read more... )

Oooohh organic chemistry part two, how I loathe thee! Even so, I still find room for enjoyment. Oh how I AM in the right major ( Read more... )

In, uhm, honor of the new disease that has weaseled its way past my impeccable defensive immune system... I felt the need to rewrite a Dashboard Confessional song ( Read more... )