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The latest edition of NBC's "To Catch a Predator" definitely took place in Bowling Green. -
You'll Never Burn Me
Sometimes it's just easier to let the silence creep in and cover things, to fall like so much dust. Particularly after your computer goes through death and destruction ( Read more... ) -
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November 1st marks the start of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), and I've promised myself that this time around I'll enter. I've been working on two equally fleshed-out potential pieces since summer, and I probably won't know which one I'll be working on until mid-October.
This is to say- don't be surprised if I fall off the radar a bit. -
No Vacancy in Bedlam
I'm fairly certain I've talked about this before, but any certainty I had regarding what to do after I get out of here is... well, gone. there are five potential paths that lay open to me at this point, and I'm looking for input.
Option 1- Emerson College in Boston. It's got one of the best graduate programs in the country for creative writing. ( Read more... ) -
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I'm getting shiftless here. I've been apartment searching for most of the past week. This house breathes and sweats around me- it's getting up on time to run. The Gables wants financial information from my parents that they're reluctant to provide. It's nice to know I come by my paranoia legitimately ( Read more... ) -
for no mere mortal can resist....
If I could have a chip planted into my brain to play one video for the rest of my life, I think this would be it.
FILIPINO PRISON INMATES DANCE "THRILLER":
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Yay for pre-release dinner for the 7th Potter book. I think I'm looking forward to comparing theories now almost as much as I am to reading the book itself. Almost. -
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After half an hour of straining and stripping caulk from the windowsill, I've finally loosened the seals around my old broken air conditioner. The new one is sitting on the floor in the room next door, waiting to be installed ( Read more... ) -
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I had forgotten what it was to sleep well in Bowling Green.
Yay for jobs that you clock out of at the end of the day. -
one less set of footsteps
It's eerie to walk across this this postapocalptic ghost town of a campus while the shafts of fading sunlight outline the trees at the very top of the valley in flame, and one bell tower or another plays Fur Elise.
Bowling Green for the summer....
My last season in purgatory is over. Thank God.
...and I already miss it...
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