( this long and drawn-out process of letting go )

Yesterday, while going on a bunch of rickety carnival rides, I realized that I was afraid of dying ( Read more... )

It's strange how much your emotions can influence every other aspect of your well-being.

Yesterday I was so nervous about trying to meet Alison Krauss that I couldn't sleep, and right before we were going to leave for Atlanta, my dad - my fellow AKUS fan, with whom I'd been planning this concert trip for months - was called away to be with my ( Read more... )

Center Stage Theatre, Atlanta, 7/23/11 ( Read more... )

I commented on an article about the disparity between academics and athletics with this:

At my high school, the year-end academic awards ceremony happened at night and was optional, but the sports awards were an event that took place during the school day, in the auditorium, with everyone required to attend.

My freshman year, I brought a book and ( Read more... )

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• See Alison Krauss.
• Finally decide between my two great loves, Eastern Europe and the Middle East, probably depending on which one will offer me a better job.
• Teach English to Hispanic immigrants, and possibly teach Spanish to kids unlucky enough to have parents willing to pay for them to have extra Spanish lessons when school's out.
• Read Tina Fey's ( Read more... )

What.

I mean there’s still a ton of steps in the hiring process and I still probably don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of passing all of them and actually getting hired, but I passed. I fucking passed!

My essay score was the minimum required to pass and that boggles my mind because I thought my essays were awesome, and I scored oddly high ( Read more... )

I went to bed last night to hundreds of thousands chanting peacefully and woke up this morning to a miniature civil war.

I skipped my first class and would have skipped the others if I could have. I told the professor later that I skipped because there was a massacre happening and I couldn't deal with class right then.

I was exhausted from staying ( Read more... )

My idea of a wild and crazy night involves the following:

• obsessively keeping up with the Egyptian and Tunisian protests while watching pre-SOTU coverage;

• watching the SOTU while trying to keep up with Twitter, Tumblr and Ana Marie Cox;


• later catching up on the liveblogging I missed while watching Jon, Stephen and Rachel's post-SOTU coverage;


• spending ( Read more... )