This morning I became an organ donor, and registered democrat and a licensed driver . . . but I don't think anyone wants my organs or is ever going to. . . Ah well.

Um . . . I have a job.

Like a real adult job, well sort of.

Just thought someone should know.

I am officially done with college. . .

I am officially done with college. . .

I am officially done with college. . .

Maybe if I keep saying it, I'll stop thinking that there's something left I have to do.

Huh ( Read more... )

I re-enlisted the other day. So other than a job tending to musk ox, I'll be at camp this summer ( Read more... )

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I am now missing four wisdom teeth, two tonsils, and one gall bladder. It took me twenty minutes to sit up today and my belly button is filled with a strange plastic-like material ( Read more... )

Last night, I dreamed about my conference paper so much so that I got up at 4:30 and finished it, depriving myself of a whole hour and a half of sleep. It wasn't until I printed it out that I realized that my dream was not about my actual paper which means that the one that tormented me last night was more of a metaphorical representation of my ( Read more... )

I broke down and took Samoa up on her offer to join Myspace. You should therefore add me as a friend so I don't feel so inferior and embarrassed for having done such a thing: http://www.myspace.com/dictabirdRead more... )

The guys I see on the train at 7:15 Monday morning going to work all look like the kids I went to private school with. I mean they dress like them, not that they actually look like them. Regardless, I'm beginning to wonder when North Face and shitty khakis from American Eagle became appropriate office attire or if growing up just means reverting to ( Read more... )