Last night, I wrote on my inner forearm:
ALL
20 YR OLDS
ARE
CHINESE

I just realized that the following is now written upside-down and backwards on my bicep:
R OLDS
E
INESE

There's a spider hanging from the spider plant.

Dammit, I miss Timmy. I mean, I could call him, but he's at Essex and I don't want to pull him away from anything ( Read more... )

Today in the photo lab, this girl was telling some guy about a festival she went to where she had "watermelon gazpacho" (which I would have no idea how to spell if it weren't for Google), and I thought it sounded a lot like "gestapo ( Read more... )

Ah, nothing slows down a morning routine like taking a full roll of thirty-six exposures of myself in the bathroom.

Firstly, I am very excited because one of my favorite contemporary authors, Dan Rhodes, has written a new book:

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I think I might apply to Case Western as a "safety school" of sorts...

Not so much that I don't think I'll get into the other schools, but just in case I freak out and don't want to move seven hundred miles away from home or suddenly have another round of health issues or whatever.

Oh, so my Lisette Model-esque photo shoot turned out fabulously. Jason and Timmy were brilliant ( Read more... )

Today is Yoda's third birthday. That means she has what, another 897 solid years of life remaining?

Erin and Mark's wedding was the best wedding ever. Instead of the typical Old Testament "your wife belongs to you and she will make you sandwiches" sort of readings, they had excerpts from The Velveteen Rabbit and some other poems ( Read more... )