I finished my first and last midterm today and then went to get my haircut. It's in dreds now because the stylists twisted it after I explained my moral objection to blow drying it straight. Whatevs, it's cut and layered and awesome. It only cost a fucking mint and I tipped her way too well for not talking to me and not making me feel awkward about ( Read more... )

The necklace I've worn every day for the past seven years just broke. I was just making oatmeal and minding my own business when the charm feel off the chain. I suppose it's gotten pretty heavy use, but I'm still freaked out. I hopped online and ordered one pronto (even though I may not actually be able to afford it >_>) because without it I feel ( Read more... )

So to further my pathetic attempts to avoid starting JulNoWriMo in earnest, I come bearing a mini Star Trek: The Animated Series picspam ( Read more... )

Going on my now nearly nightly trek to Delicious I stumbled across this gem; behold Facebook for Parents. It's a guide for loving parents on how to facebook stalk their children. The creators (Fogg & Phillips) will be teaching a class at Standford about facebook. Now isn't that special?

It's days like today that make me wish I had my degree in hand and a career to go along with so I could be a true blue workaholic. Is that weird? That my future aspirations include alienation for the sake of work that won't make or break the world? Okay, so it may not be weird, but it definitely doesn't say anything positive about my personality.