January 2010
15 posts
We kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick...
Oh my, it certainly has been an eventful few days… it made my weekend scream on past me like the freakin’ Hogwarts Express.
On Thursday night I went to my friend Ali’s apartment to write stories for out Gateway course, which was lovely. At eight o’clock I guess I decided that I wasn’t getting anything done anyway, so we went to High Priestess and I got my nose...
You are just in time to move aside, no one ever...
Today was beautiful out in Corbett. It wasn’t raining, thank goodness. It was warm and windy and perfect Corbett weather. It was perfect weather for listening to As Cities Burn, hence the post title.
I’m not ready to go back to school… I want to drive my butt straight up to Bellingham to see my friends, who I dearly miss. I’m ready for a night out with Leah and a night...
“It is always a silly thing to give advice, but to give good advice is fatal.”
– Oscar Wilde, The Portrait of Mr. W.H.
a goal for all of the people who (don't) read this...
Every day I am going to try to post a photo from the day on here. To keep things interesting. I don’t have a big fancy professional camera (yet), so the photos won’t be of the greatest quality, but I’m going to try my best.
Craig[ery] Owens made Chiodos… and they let...
WatchBrett Erlich is a genius and the middle-aged woman reviewing vibrators is not only gross, but also sad.
For Zack
It’s such an amazing feeling when you know you’ve found the one person who is perfect for you. It’s absolutely devastating when you know you’ve lost them.
At first you fall into a depression—for about a month and a half. If you’re like me you keep it to yourself, you only cry at night so people don’t know you’re crying (at all, let alone over a...
a great way to keep up with the ever-changing... →
A lovely photographer →
A hysterical French woman. →
In all honesty...
I have always thought it was ridiculous that people stressed out about school. I have never once gone crazy over an assignment because it was worth half of my grade or worried about whether or not my essay was good enough. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time I started an essay before the night prior to its due date.
For whatever reason, my Journalism classes are driving me...