Writing is hard and I am lazy. You know me...I'll update regularly when hell freezes over or something interesting happens...which is slightly after that time ( Read more... )

Last day in Eugene. There are good things about that and there are bad things about that. Most of them seem bad at the moment. I've been sending out REAL JOB applications like crazy. One rejection, one request for more samples ( Read more... )

Packing was a pain. The stress of getting everything done and of nationals left me sick so I didn't help out with cleaning and boxing as much as I should. Poor mommy did most everything ( Read more... )

Nationals is done. My debate career is done. There's a bit of a hole there, but it grows smaller every day. For the first time, Emily and I managed to be ranked at the top of the bracket--32nd or so. I'm fine with that. We would have done better if I wasn't an idiot, but I am, and all in all, things ended okay. I'm a little bitter, but that's ( Read more... )

My last day of college...and I skipped all my classes. Heh. Of course I skipped them to work on papers, to write BAD papers, so it's not quite the same thing. No more lecture classes...ever...it's a really weird feeling. It hasn't sunk in yet, I think ( Read more... )

Move out date: March 31.

Got everything sorted out so I can graduate. Judged at my last debate tournament, met the majority of the team for the last time. Watched Aaron's band play. I have about three or four weeks left to wrap up the last of my loose ends. I should start writing down goals for what I want to get done. I want to throw one last party, clean my ( Read more... )

Had a good debate tournament. Went to the beach, went across the border, got knocked out of outrounds by one of the best teams in the nation (again...third time this year...head hurts from banging on wall...) On the plus side, if we don't hit Heck and Paxton at the national tournaments, we should go far. Our other team got a second-round bid. ( Read more... )

Better mood. The nice thing about bad days is usually, after a while, they stop.

I saw a man in a black leather kilt walking a rotweiler. The first thing I thought? He has really hairy legs.

Things I hate:
70's mustaches
Seeing your breath around noon
Midterms. Almost over! I'm five weeks from graduation. Yay!

The weekend sucked ( Read more... )