There are people outside talking about how well they paralell park
I have determined that:
- Black ice is the devil, and it's fucking everywhere
- I miss walking around late at night. As I did tonite. Should do it more often.
- I should talk with Hixon about whether or not I'm up to snuff to play in the public policy world. I think I am, but talking to him/fucking asking him about it would be good.
- I gotta apply for internships. Going home for the summer would be fun, shit. There's nothing better than a day off when you spend the peak of your day, when you wake up until about 6, at the beach, just fucking tossing around a frisbee, swimming when you want to, floating down into a marsh, having an iPod full of good tunes, and a towel and a good fuckin book. There's nothing better. BUT the dead-end-ness of the town is fucking depressing and I need to get out of it. Hence the resumes must get done. Bah.
- I bitch and moan too much. Sorry.
- The work I have to do is completely managable and I'm just listening to Matt too much. It's a couple of fucking papers that I already have researched/outlined and just need to fucking write them.
- I'm genuinely excited about my radio show tomorrow. I'm not going to fix clocks for DST. The best way to wake up is to fresh air and sunglight, fuck alarm clocks.
- I'm not sure why this is in bullett form. ?
- Goodnight.
- Black ice is the devil, and it's fucking everywhere
- I miss walking around late at night. As I did tonite. Should do it more often.
- I should talk with Hixon about whether or not I'm up to snuff to play in the public policy world. I think I am, but talking to him/fucking asking him about it would be good.
- I gotta apply for internships. Going home for the summer would be fun, shit. There's nothing better than a day off when you spend the peak of your day, when you wake up until about 6, at the beach, just fucking tossing around a frisbee, swimming when you want to, floating down into a marsh, having an iPod full of good tunes, and a towel and a good fuckin book. There's nothing better. BUT the dead-end-ness of the town is fucking depressing and I need to get out of it. Hence the resumes must get done. Bah.
- I bitch and moan too much. Sorry.
- The work I have to do is completely managable and I'm just listening to Matt too much. It's a couple of fucking papers that I already have researched/outlined and just need to fucking write them.
- I'm genuinely excited about my radio show tomorrow. I'm not going to fix clocks for DST. The best way to wake up is to fresh air and sunglight, fuck alarm clocks.
- I'm not sure why this is in bullett form. ?
- Goodnight.