Last week I skipped all classes except my writing class. I am miserably behind and have no hope or regrets. I'm thinking of getting another job and being done with school for the moment. Or perhaps I'll just go part time. I don't know.

Last week I began to eat, much like a normal person. I don't much care for that. As much as I love food, all it ( Read more... )

In Arabic, I use the the words "my salami" to remember a phrase. As it turns out, I am not alone in that. That made me somewhat sad. What am I a sheep? A lemming? Some Arabic-taking drone ( Read more... )

Today I had Arabic and History. Tomorrow: Arabic, Creative Writing and Intermediate Photography ( Read more... )

Day Two. And no known resolutions. I considered just saying that they were the same as the year before. They may have been accomplished in part, but they're ongoing and I have yet to accomplish any in whole. Of course, I can't quite recall them all. I know they were definitively made while sitting in Notre Dame with my favorite gal-pal, but the ( Read more... )

I've been so worried about when they'll post information on one of my classes for next quarter that I completely forgot that all grades would be done by monday. So I just looked them up because I finally got bored cleaning only to find that my bed was covered in books and clothes and posters and movies and magazines and pay stubs and bank ( Read more... )