You know, thinking it over, it amuses me in a depressing sort of way how very much my father fails to notice about me. Or about people and relationships in general, come to that. My father is not a subtle or astute person when it comes to dealing with people. Except when he's being charming. But even then, his style of charm is more blunt ( Read more... )

So I graduated college (mostly) this spring. My mom and dad hadn't gotten me anything for graduation yet, either one of them. I'm not rushed, I thought they were probably waiting until I was truly finished *for good ( Read more... )

*giggle* Honestly...it's kind of a long story as to how I got to this point, but...

If you think about the word long enough - particularly if you READ it enough times! - you come to realize, that "nipple" is one of the funniest and silliest body-part names ever. Snork. Giggle.

NIPPPPPPPPPPLES!!!

Also...It doesn't fucking SNOW in California! At least not anywhere I've ever lived in the past 22 years, and why someone would live full-time in the mountains just baffles me, so that's a moot point. I utterly refuse to deal with shoveling the damn driveway. NOT MY PROBLEM. If it were up to me, we'd be living somewhere with a temperate climate ( Read more... )

So the decision has been made for me, as to when I am going to come back to UCSC to finish my last few classes. I'd been wavering between Winter 2008 (Jan-Mar), and Spring 2008 (Mar-Jun). Or perhaps spreading it over both of those quarters. All of which had advantages and disadvantages ( Read more... )

Urgh....never again, I tell you. Never again ( Read more... )

You know, try as I might to be "patriotic", I have to say...the Fourth of July depresses me ( Read more... )

Okay, so I'm pretty sure I've mentioned that productive is NOT a normal or comfortable state for me, right? I may also have bitched to high hell about how horrifyingly abysmal I am at managing my money. Partly just a factor of how I *don't have any* in general, but also I seem to have this less-than-quiet voice in me that tells me "You're already ( Read more... )

Yes, that's what I'm going to call this. Strategic Withdrawal. Also known as, sticking my head under the pillow and singing to drown out the world and hopefully, drown out my own mind with it. So much shit to DO, and yet I can't seem to develop a coherent plan, or indeed do anything but sit in front of my computer, nekkid, with a book and a bag ( Read more... )

Congrats, little brother. You've grown so much in the past four years - I can't wait to see what another four is going to do to you. Even if you are studying poli-sci. Heathen.