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I have been reprimanded for not updating, but there's really not much to say.
Let's Do The Time Warp Again:
Between Daylight Savings (or, as Tim calls it, Dumbass Savings) and my recent trip to California, I have once again concluded that there's no point in wearing my watch. Or perhaps I dont wear it because the wrist band is broken. You never know with me. Speaking of which...
It's Just So Typically Me:
My house keys fell down the sewer in Davis Square. I suppose I should be worried about how to explain this to the landlords, but at least the alligators can now save at CVS and Star Market.
It's Only Life After All:
I may be sending off my latest collection of "Would Be Resume Quotations" soon. I haven't sent it out since January, but I doubt the twelve people on my mailing list have been waiting anxiously for the latest installment. My life post-college isn't all that .plan-worthy. The entire archive file is only 18 pages long. If I were still surrounded by the drama that is Wellesley, it would be at least thrice that by now.
The Name Game:
In other news, I just realized that the leaders of the exhibit design team have the same names as my brothers and this confuses me greatly. Because my brothers really don't need to go to Chicago next month.
I think that's it for now, but I'll leave you with one piece of sagacious advice:
Never trust a realtor who says "all it needs is a fresh coat of paint."
Let's Do The Time Warp Again:
Between Daylight Savings (or, as Tim calls it, Dumbass Savings) and my recent trip to California, I have once again concluded that there's no point in wearing my watch. Or perhaps I dont wear it because the wrist band is broken. You never know with me. Speaking of which...
It's Just So Typically Me:
My house keys fell down the sewer in Davis Square. I suppose I should be worried about how to explain this to the landlords, but at least the alligators can now save at CVS and Star Market.
It's Only Life After All:
I may be sending off my latest collection of "Would Be Resume Quotations" soon. I haven't sent it out since January, but I doubt the twelve people on my mailing list have been waiting anxiously for the latest installment. My life post-college isn't all that .plan-worthy. The entire archive file is only 18 pages long. If I were still surrounded by the drama that is Wellesley, it would be at least thrice that by now.
The Name Game:
In other news, I just realized that the leaders of the exhibit design team have the same names as my brothers and this confuses me greatly. Because my brothers really don't need to go to Chicago next month.
I think that's it for now, but I'll leave you with one piece of sagacious advice:
Never trust a realtor who says "all it needs is a fresh coat of paint."