Dang! Jehova's Witnesses are getting sneaky in their door to door tactics these days. Today I was sitting at the dining room table and out the window I could see a woman walking( more like pushing awkwardly) with a stroller containing a 3 or 4 year old kid around the cul-de-sac. She would stop at each driveway for a minute or so. Then, about 20-30 ( Read more... )

So graduation is exactly one week away. I've just finished the first of my three finals, of which the last one will be completed just 2.5 hours before my actual graduation ceremony. I'm not really sure how I feel about graduating. Yes, I'm happy to be done with papers and long boring readings. And I am kind of looking forward to having a more ( Read more... )

So last night I had a dream in which I was at some random old lady's house, sort of running through every room like I'm trying to hide from someone but not someone scary, more in a playful way. Then the garage door keeps opening and closing and I'm going in and out of the garage randomly. Then I run into some room and there's a closet there with no ( Read more... )

I've been having such weird dreams lately. Last night's dream consisted of quite a bit of things but the really weird part was my T.A. kissing me. He's a boy mind you, and not a particularly attractive guy (although not ugly either.) I very vividly remember being conscious of the fact that it was so different from kissing a girl. The kiss was hard ( Read more... )

I just woke up, rather abruptly, from a 4 hour nap in which I was right in the middle of dreaming that a toilet full of shit was overflowing on me, none of it my own mind you. Immediately preceding this 'scene' in the dream I was sleeping in my class, which happened to be a taping of the now defunct CNN show Crossfire. Anyone got any ideas what ( Read more... )

Things I've been thinking about as of late: Graduating, Jobs, Being home for the summer, Cars, Money.

I dislike, very much, whistling and whistlers. The sound that is produced from two moist lips formed into an 'o' shape grates on my nerves like no other. And I'm not just saying this because I am unable to produce such a sound myself.

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Yesterday a boy that I grew up with was killed in Afghanistan. I've known this boy since we were both babies. His dad was my dad's best man at my parent's wedding. When my dad called me yesterday, sobbing on the phone, I didn't cry, I didn't even tear up. I talked to some friends from home and we discussed how many kids we know that are in Iraq or ( Read more... )