Max came home at 8:30 last Tuesday night to find the screen lid of Artemis’ tank collapsed and cat fur everywhere. Artemis was nowhere to be found and the cat, who somehow broke out of the spare room that we keep him in during the day, was lounging happily on our bed. Max grabbed him and threw him in our bathroom then called me, panicked and ( Read more... )

      DnD writer’s block is the worst kind of writer’s block. It’s the kind of writer’s block with serious personal and social implications. Basically, if I don’t finish writing today’s session, I’m pretty sure all my friends will kill me. And then I’ll be dead with no friends ( Read more... )

               After working for the reptile lab for about a month, I decided I wanted to own a reptile of my own. I’d never been allowed to have one as a kid, but truth be told I wasn’t entirely interested either. Now, I can’t get enough of them.  I did a lot of research and figured out, first and foremost, what I didn’t want. I counted out ( Read more... )

Daniel and I are going to brew our own beer. And make cheese. Possibly with the intent to sell ( Read more... )

               MTAC was full of win. I went to a lot of the panels, bought a kimono, dance at the rave, and got my weight in pocky. I went to panels on Japanese cooking, Engrish, fashion, photoshop, Soul Eater, and music. I bought all the things.


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                I'm not even going to pretend that this is anyhting other than me rambling aimlessly (More so than usual):

I am so ridiculously disorganized right now. I’m interviewing for the psych lab I want to work in this summer later this afternoon, so I’m trying to keep things together until then. I put on a nice shirt but didn’t ( Read more... )

I have three reoccurring stress nightmares. From what I understand, dreams are supposed to hold adaptive value in that they help you work through problems and gain new insights and strategies while sleeping. With that in mind, you would think my dreams would have something to do with research or graduate school or cooking or ( Read more... )

So… I could either put off graduating a semester to try and get an undergraduate research grant over the summer, or I could graduate and just take a psychometrics class next semester and not get the grant. At first, I was gung-ho about putting off graduation. Now, not so much. It feels silly to stay enrolled just to get a tiny grant ( Read more... )

I don't really believe in luck. I like to say I do, and when I play DnD my character even worships the Goddess of luck, but I usually think that bouts of “bad” or “good” luck will eventually regress to the mean/baseline. I really, really need a return to baseline right now.

Last December my laptop "Kahlan" that had been with me for three and a ( Read more... )

I’ve essentially been rejected from all the graduate schools I applied to, which I knew was going to happen (see blog from November). I still have a little hope for Wake Forest, but it’s kinda hard to be optimistic after seeing the beginnings of my career crushed under the stiletto heel of academia.


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