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I am suprised that my hair hasn't started falling out ...
Ok. So I am starting to worry about my worrying. I say this only because I have had a horrifically upset stomach the past three days. I am popping pepto pills like they are going out of style to the point where I told my bestest on the phone today that I am worried that I might develop an ulcer prior to leaving for school ( Read more... ) -
I am the queen of the hopeless situation.
So I don't think that this is going to make sense to anyone but me. But here it is ( Read more... ) -
Two things
Good thing: Sanjaya just got kicked off Idol. Thank the sweet Lord above.
Bad thing: Why does everyone who feels the need to cut me off when I am sitting in traffic on I-195 in rushhour only have one of their three brake lights? And it's typically the passanger break light that works ... that doesn't help me. That's the light that is the ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts
- I had the pleasure to sit with two people from one of the biggest banks in Spain today. The bank is called Santander, google it. I got to sit with them and explain to them in English, I speak five languages ... none of them Spanish ironically, about how I sit and file through documents everyday. THRILLING. Santander is more than likely going ( Read more... ) -
Grad School Continued
The crap that is involved in Grad School got rolling today. My mother booked our first trip down to Delaware to look at apartments. My father suggested that I start weeding through my belongings in order to decide what can be thrown out, what can be given away, and what I plan on taking with me to Delaware. I guess that he wants to go down there ( Read more... ) -
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.
Hey kids,
I am going to grad school in August. WHICH MEANS ... that I am moving out of RI. So I am going to start to blog again, publically not friends only. Mainly because I thought it might be easiest for people to keep up with me. One, if they knew where to find me, and two I hate telling the same story a million times. (Brocco ... I am sure ( Read more... )