Friday, March 25, 2005

Spring break officially starts today at 2:30. This year I get two weeks.
Jackson, I'm coming your way next week. I'll need a place to stay, late nights out and an abundance of fucking hilarious stories. Repeats ok.
Who's gonna put me up for a few+ nights?

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Back For the Attack
The one time I do get a chance to post, blogger won't let me publish. Grrr.

In case I haven't expressed it enough, this is the worst semester ever. EVER. There's never a moment to do anything. I don't even call friends to catch up because I'm worried that it would take to much time out of my day. The good thing is that this is the last of my coursework; then it's lazy days working on my dissertation. Ha!
I attended my first academic conference last week in Chicago. There really isn't much to report there. My presentation went very well. It snowed. St. Patrick's Day was a bore because all of the festivities were celebrated the weekend before, but we did go out drinkin' with my major professor. The Sheraton has really modern decor (for a hotel). I was thoroughly impressed. O'Hare airport, on the other hand, looks like a correctional facility.

I close on my house tomorrow! I went to transfer my utilities several days ago and had the strangest conversation about Tarzan with the man helping me. He did a book report on the actor years ago and decided to share it with me. He finished with "Tarzan was an awesome creature." Indeed. Was Errol Morris filming us unbeknownst to me?

Today I saw a man at the lake walking with a snake around his neck. So, the snake can't slither himself?

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Officially resigned!
And as of June, officially unemployed.
I'm feeling a little manic as a result.
God save us...

Monday, March 21, 2005

What becomes of the broken hearted?
Belly-up this morning, I found my remianing goldfish. No note, only the sad remains of a fish left to swim the bowl alone after last week when Travis flew the coop. I washed and refilled the bowl with fresh water as an homage.
RIP, Jimmy.

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