I'm really bad at organizing thoughts into paragraphs. I've said this before, but - for some reason - reiterating it seems like a sensible sort of idea. I mean to organize them, but then I get distracted and forget and by the time I remember again, the whole thought that I wanted to write out is outdated ( Read more... )

More visible babbling, for which I am eternally apologetic.

Today was interesting. And long. And it isn't even time for dinner yet. The beginning of school - especially preschool - is intense. It's times like this when I really wish that we had naptime. Naptime is nice.

( On the Trifecta of Joy. )

I have a niece!

(Okay, so not technically my niece. It's my not!cousin's daughter. But I'll still claiming Aunt-Status.)

She's two weeks early, and maybe it's not the best of days, but it's sort of nice to have something good to celebrate today.

Sometimes, I'm an utter sap.

But, oh, you can't help but love love.

Family is finally back from the hospital! The Brat already has his computer, television, phone, and Wii on and is using all of the above simultaneously. Life, as we know it, has resumed.

Sample dialog, from pretty much three seconds after coming in the front door:
Mom: Did I tell you yet how Connor screamed that his 'dick was broken' after the ( Read more... )

I'm really bad at writing coherent paragraphs about my own life that make any sort of sense, because my tendency to get sidetracked apparently doesn't translate quite as well when in written form. Maybe it's the lack of accompanying hand-gestures ( Read more... )

Graduation time!

Be back after my escape from higher learning!

one more test, one more
defenestration seems nice -
or maybe a nap

(BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE I GOT AN A ON MY NOLAN THESIS, YAY!)

My theses are all handed in.

The last day of classes of undergraduate-ness is over.

That's just weird.

(One day I'm going to make a post that has actual substance, I swear.)

HA!

Done, done, and DONE!

That's right theses, you irritating little (HA! LIES!) pains in my ass, you are finished and I never want to look at you again and I am going to print out extra copies of you just so I can set you on fire.

And it will be glorious... granted, I have to go write a paper for Literary Criticism now. But that's entirely ( Read more... )