I think I'm frustrating my family.  Eager to hear about my first day, they called and asked how it went.

All this confidentiality makes it very difficult to make any meaningful comments about my really quite interesting day.  All I could say was that it was very interesting and people were really nice.

TOTALLY AWESOME SHAMPOO ( Read more... )

I MADE AN A I MADE AN A I MADE AN A ( Read more... )

I am currently enjoying my free time by sewing and packing emergency preparedness bags, in reaction to a semester full of stressed out worries.  I began only by wanting to make a panic attack kit, but I was having so much fun, I figured I'd go the rest of the way, mostly because it's fun to sew and pack bags ( Read more... )

My roommate is moving from incredulous to thinking I'm insane as he keeps coming out around lunchtime as I'm starting in on another cob of corn.  But, seriously: it's delicious, cheap, reasonably healthy and only takes 4 minutes to prepare.  Of course I'm going to eat a lot of it ( Read more... )

I have a bet on with my roommate, he says I can't get my room clean to his standards by Friday, I say I can.  If I win he has to cook potatoes, which he never does.  If he wins, I have to try a yeast cake (his term for the type of cake I despise, as being dry, tasteless and generally yucky ( Read more... )

Me: (grumpily)  This was your idea you know.

God: *is enigmatic and mildly amused*

Me: no, seriously, entirely your idea.  Why are we even doing this?  WHAT IS THE POINT?

God: *is clearly amused*

Me: AND IT WAS ALL YOUR IDEA EVERYTHING THAT EVER HAPPENS WAS ENTIRELY YOUR IDEA

God: yup

Me: *is triumphant at winning an argument with God* 

I love Ireland.  But ask me about Irish food and you will get a litany of horrors, descriptions loaded with disgust.  I will tell you that while there I lived off of wagamama's chicken katsu curry, goat cheese and bread (I will admit the goat cheese and regular cheese were good) and toasted bread with butter and honey.  My flatmates will ( Read more... )

It's spring break.  I will have to work through all of it, because I have two papers and a cite-check.  A cite-check, I add, written by a LEGAL SKILLS PROFESSOR who is either incompetent or lazy.  I'm not mad.

So, apparently, my brain has decided to take it's own sort of vacation.  Because I keep randomly talking to myself in a southern accent, ( Read more... )

I want to go home.  I want to lie down in the long grass and turn into grass and earth myself and just stop.  I want to float on the ocean until there is no difference between me and the waves, and lie in the branches of my tree until I become one of them.