I hate it when I catch myself measuring my life in time spent waiting. 27 days until I move back in for training. 648 hours. 38,880 minutes. 2,332,800 seconds. I feel like I'm standing in line at an amusement park, moving slowly toward through a line with signs beside it proclaiming "there is a wait of ___ minutes from this point". It's actually ( Read more... )

One of my coworkers will be a freshman at Auburn here in a month. She was asking me about stuff she'd need for dorm life, and I was trying to come up with as many of the small items that tend to get overlooked, but tend to be essential every once in a while. Can anybody think of vital things needed for dorm life?

the past couple of days have actually been largely comprised of travel ( Read more... )

the interweb is finally wired in through my laptop! no more messing with the family computer!

It's prayer rather than blasphemy when I say "God, I'm tired of feeling like my life's on hold."

English major principle number one- fling it, and see what sticks. Draw your own conjectures as to what "it" is ( Read more... )

suffocate me if i come off sounding bitter, if my words put you away, if i seem surprised to see you lying here in front of me...-eight stops seven ( Read more... )

deliver me from job-searching, from the overstretched feeling that almost inevitably accompanies selling myself to potential employers.

Please, by all means. Cut a little piece of my soul off; just two months worth should do. It's not black, it's just a little overdone. Consider it crispy. Offer me seven dollars an hour and I'll eat the children ( Read more... )

Inhale ( Read more... )

With McCormack as empty as it is, I keep expecting to see a tumbleweed blow down the hallway ( Read more... )