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I have a job interview at a framing shop in Albany on Thursday.  It's full time and ten bucks an hour and would give me health insurance.  Also, it's nights and weekends so I would be able to go full time to school...if I go (I'm waiting with baited breath for the mail).  So pretty much in the past two days since I talked to the owner and got an ( Read more... )

My brother and my Dad got into a religous debate at dinner when all I wanted was to have some nice conversation about popstars, or the weather or something equally harmless.  The argument ended with me being yelled at.  I'm not sure how that happened.  I was not even participating in the argument ( Read more... )

My three week subbing spree ended with me teaching 2nd grade for five days.  Cutest kids of life...and I normally hate the general public.

Now I'm teaching Science at a summer camp in Prospect.  My nose ring "really grosses me out.  I mean, no offense but there is just something wrong about a boy with piercings," says Brian, a 6th grader.  I told ( Read more... )

I've realized I'm a shitty RA on kind of a global scale today.  Well, not so much that I'm a shitty RA as much as I'm a shitty unapproachable person.  That I would like to change ( Read more... )

Things standing in the way of my graduation:
~My triptic....which I'm not even finished with the plates for
~My ten pager for Prof. Mama....which was due yesterday and I will not hand in until friday
~Room inspections....tonight at 6
~My paper for tests and measures of psych
~A make up class for Kung fu
~My tests and measures final....I've learned ( Read more... )

Here I sit in the library, away from all the distractions in my apartment, trying to write my paper for stupid african Lit. that's due in two hours.  Why am I writing it at the last minute you ask?  Well, that's a good question.  Although procrastination is just how I roll, this time I cannot take the credit.  It seems that Prof. Mama thought it ( Read more... )

After an awful weekend of everything going wrong and feeling like I either wanted to cry (sometimes I feel like that would be better if I was capable of such an act) or throw a glass at the wall ( much more likely to occur than tears), everything went perfectly today.  I love when life beats to a pulp with one hand and jerks you off with the other ( Read more... )

I have no skills.  Four years of college and the only thing I'm qualified to do is scrape the shit out of the fry-o-lator at KFC.  Or wipe the butts of old men and women who have lost control of their bowels and refer to me as "the fairy one ( Read more... )

LA was in a word: incredible ( Read more... )