That's right. I'm done with fucking high school. They tried to hold my diploma but it didn't work. Take that, bitches! I'm starting my internship at Hennepin County Monday. And, tomorrow, I've got tryouts for the ultimate frisbee high school club teams. Makes me happy. Only thing is, I wish I could move out NOW!!! My mother needs to stop breathing ( Read more... )

Long time, no update. Once again, my excuse is college. Sad, huh? Then again, I wonder how many of you are actually going to read this ( Read more... )

Here I am, once again explaining why I am dead to the world. Most of all, I blame college. Why I have more work in these damn freshman classes, I don't know. And I thought I'd be able to rest on my laurels a bit this semester. What a joke. Secondly, we're finally starting up spring season of frisbee so Stephanie and I are struggling to put together ( Read more... )

Why do people become so reflective when they age? I am experiencing a recent bout of this myself. However, current events such as the Iraqi election and the beginning of Bush's second term, coupled with a political science class, have made me more aware of the world's thinly veiled machinations. Yesterday, I picked up on a verse from "Bulls on ( Read more... )

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*groan* Oh... I'm so sore. I worked out at the Y after seeing a basketball game with Gareth on Wednesday, then yesterday was an Ultimate hat tournament out in Eden Prairie. I missed you, Anna; there were only 6 girls on four teams. My team ("D is for Dangerous") lost every game in pool play but won the last one of the day and it was tons of fun. ( Read more... )

Feel special everyone. You're hearing about this before even my parents. Then again, considering the subject matierial, you probably won't be surprised. I'm going into the Army. Yep. Mom's pushing me over the edge. All the hypocrisy about dorms being great experiences--she loved having one her first year of college-but saying I shouldn't because I' ( Read more... )

Wunderbar has been my word of late, although with a very sarcastic edge. Everyone's gearing up for the holiday daze and seem to be having fun (except Gare with his flu and Jenna with her pain in the something-or-another). My life isn't that bad either. I got waitlisted for Bio, but that's my own damn fault 'cause I didn't make my appointment soon ( Read more... )

"Am I your type?" That's what my little sticker says (surrounded by all 8 blood types). I donated blood for the first time today. I'm quite excited/proud, mostly because the last time I tried to donate, my red blood cell count was still 1% low from mono. Oh well. The ladies were really nice and even called me a "trooper". The first time, the needle ( Read more... )

Yeah. That's where I belong: Fuckup University. Dad wanted me to apply to UC-Berkeley. He really likes their engineering program and thought that it could be a really good fit for me. And I really wanted to make him happy, cause I know it would've, even if I didn't end up going there. But I've been screwing around and barely managing to get ( Read more... )