I've already written the app, but having yet to actually send it in, a question occurs to me. Several of them, actually ( Read more... )

Face still sore to the touch from Thursday night. What could be a long story boils down to a karate class gone terribly awry, leaving me with a sore neck, right cheek, and shoulder. And comments re my "Jim Carrey face" from a (adult) student who, along with several others, couldn't get the bloody technique to work. So they kept trying. Next time, ( Read more... )

Listening to Warren Zevon's Werewolves of London for the first time, and had strange urge to post by way of commemoration ( Read more... )

Edite for interest snippet of conversation in photography class:

Steve: Meghan!
Me: *looks up*
Girl #1: Have you ever seen that book Sandman: Endless Nights in the library ( Read more... )

Stayed home from school with a fever and the unreliable croak that is my voice these days. Low-level gloom interrupted by trip to orthodontist-not so much a change of mood as of scenery ( Read more... )

Anyone in need of a good laugh must only imagine the ridiculous upper-body spasm (we're talking head, shoulders, arms, neck, the whole deal) that occurs as an idiot who turned up the volume much, much too loud in her headphones is presented with the first auditory equivalent of a slap in the face from New Order's "Round & Round".

Slept through New Year's. Had Sarah over, felt awful, she offered to go home and I crawled into bed. Luckily she was a sport about it ( Read more... )

Spent the day watching Inuyasha marathon with my older brother, by way of the box-set he received as a Christmas present.

The theme song will never leave me.

Mm. Holiday fun, all 'round. Might be heading off for parts unknown tomorrow.

Sleeping in the only bed available has my hips sore as hell, and the girl herself waddling like an emperor penguin with a back problem. Except not.

Question--someone told me that Tori Amos' Silent All These Years was about "pushing yourself back from the kitchen table ( Read more... )

Meghan's Mentally Projected Warning to her puppy, Satchel, as she watches him sniffing the fingers being slipped through her back fence, said digits being attached to a fairly young child:

"If you bite down, you are in Deep Shit, mister."

Crisis averted. ;)