So yesterday was my first day of classes as an official full-time student. I'm in five classes and one lab this semester for a total of 16 credits, with three classes Mon-Wed-Fri, and two (plus lab) Tues-Thurs. So far, my teachers seem enthralled by their subjects matters, excited to be there and be teaching, and that exuberance is infectious, as ( Read more... )

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Best to break this down.

a. The roadtrip with my mother was wonderful. While I remembered before we even started how volatile it is to travel in enclosed spaces with thy mother, we also had wonderful moments. Those would probably be dinner in Seattle at a phenomenal, hip restaurant (shaved asparagus with parmesan? Yes.), the boutique before ( Read more... )

H'ok. So my quitting the cigarettes is official, because it's now been over a month, and though I've slipped up a couple of times while drunk, I haven't smoked one while sober. I am a non-smoker. Fantastic ( Read more... )

H'ok. First of all, a few songs ( Read more... )

"Rising Seas Threaten to Destroy U.S. Beaches" -- AOL News, 6.23.07

Obviously. That is not today's news, that is yesteryear's news. Let's get up to speed here, people!

So I've been down, down, down for the count with what I think is strep throat for the last few days. I haven't been sick in over a year, and even then I don't recall how long ( Read more... )

So. Life is approaching normalcy. Bronson is out of the hospital and making an incredible recovery. The doctor's can't believe how well she's healing, although she's still limping, which is slightly worrisome. They don't know what caused the infection and probably never will, but they thought for a while there that she might not survive it. So ( Read more... )

So I picked Bronson up from the hospital this evening. After a number of tests with no results, they finally did an ultrasound and pound a pocket of fluid in her arm, which means all this swelling is a result of an infection. What they don't know is what's causing the infection. The words "cancer" and "sarcoma" came up, though they're not ( Read more... )

I don't know if I accidentally consumed caffiene too late in the day or if I'm just this stressed, but my stomach is in knots, and I can't sleep for the life of me. And now my mouth is on fire, thanks to midnight snacking on salsa ( Read more... )

Claustrophobia. Right around six months after I've last moved, all the memory of what moving is actually like starts to fade. Now here I am, two years after I moved in almost to the day, and I've completely forgotten how miserable moving actually is. You know, you look around the house, and you say, "Sure. Pack that, pack that, pack that. BFD ( Read more... )