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Crap man, three months! So anyway, I have recently discovered the wonders that are Facebook and MySpace. Mostly the latter is wasting silly amounts of my time. But alas, it seems the other thing I might be doing with that time is hitting refresh on my yahoo mail while praying to godess (or whoever) that I have new mail not from Overstock or REI.

Talking with amberleigh about LJ I started poking around and found a subtitle I must have written well over 6 months ago and have not seen since . . . *goddess please let me get into law school so I can change my journal title". Goddess blessed, so I suppose maybe I should do that. But I don't use this journal, so why rename it? Perhaps because I don't ( Read more... )

My real weblog is here:
http://www.qualarius.org/weblog

My readership here is a few people who overlap with my other (Nick's) blog, so I guess I just don't feel compelled to write here. But for whoever you might be who sees this and not the other, I'm in Portland, attending Lewis & Clark, far away from Nick (but not this weekend) and settling in. Cat cat and fish are happy, rat is fine when she's left ( Read more... )

I'm gearing up, the problem is that I don't know what for yet . . . a move to Portland, or a relatively smooth transition to Seattle U. Please, send happy vibes about Kara to Seattle University School of Law. I've lived here over a year, I've invested a fair amount of time and energy and cash into becoming a Washington citizen, and as much as I ( Read more... )

88.5 in Seattle kicks ass. "Jazz, Blues, and NPR News". I don't know if I'd survive without it. I do, however, wish that NPR hired less commentary people with stutters. I have nothing against people with a stutter, but they are a bit difficult to listen to on the radio . . . and it seems to be abundantly common there.

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When I was in a very, very dark place, feeling like the world was a twisted joke and wishing I were no longer a part of it, someone told me that despite all the ugliness, the devastation, the sickness, that people as a whole had a lot of compassion for one another. At the time I thought "so what?", this place we exist in is so fucking warped that ( Read more... )

Three hours in the car, with little to no scenery (it was dark), and listening to crap-ass pop stations because Dinner Jazz was a little too mellow to keep me awake, allows for a lot of thinking. Good thinking. For some reason the trip from Portland to Seattle (but not really the other direction) always seems to create a lot of good thoughts/ ( Read more... )