I should be studying, but the person who lives above me is playing the french horn (I think) rather badly, and it is wrecking my concentration. And every time he stops for a while and I think I can get back to being a good student, he starts again. Whhhyyyyyy ( Read more... )

Daily doses of happiness ( Read more... )

Alright, everyone, here's what you do: bury two pets in the span of four days, hit up the most amazing yard sale, wallow a bit in loneliness, memorize all the countries in Africa, eat some broccoli pizza, see Little Miss Sunshine in a theatre with couches instead of seats, and play in a fountain with some of the greatest people in the world, and ( Read more... )

Happy:

• spectacular apartment that's beginning to feel like home
  
• independence
  
• new baby rats, Marsellus and Algernon (Fatty). Pictures to come!
  
• wireless internet, especially after the aggravation of setting it up
  
• buying a homeless man and his wife sandwiches and chocolate milk
  
• Value Village and the brand-new Polaroid camera I bought for $2
  Sad:
  
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It struck me, a little too late, that this is my last summer at home (I hope). I'm altogether pleased with the way things worked out, but I do have the usual regrets about not getting out and experiencing as much as I should have. But I guess I did well enough. I may have been antisocial, but at least I was productive with my time spent alone ( Read more... )

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Almost immediately after I wrote that last entry about nothing happening, something exciting happened ( Read more... )

I never know what to say when I sit down and stare at this blank box anymore. Nothing is dramatic or exciting or even worth mentioning these days. I go to work, take pictures and make balloon animals, come home, and maybe go out for ice cream with some of the old high school gang ( Read more... )

My summer is progressing much more smoothly than I first anticipated. I really like my job, I'm getting along with my mother, and I'm staying pretty social ( Read more... )

I'm constantly falling off the face of the earth... only this time, I happened to land in Chicago. Before then, I fell into a land called "The Picture People," where they pay me to print photos, practice photography with super-amazing equipment, and play with little kids (some of whom projectile vomit). It's a good deal, I'd say. I'm sorry, but I'm ( Read more... )