today

if i hear the words "just getting a" in front of "BA degree" one more time, i may pour out all of the expensive paint i bought this semester and use it to paint that person's car.




now if you'll excuse me, i'm taking a nap and eating some yogurt. maybe why i'm "just getting my" degree.

the day i got a blister

i remember the first time i watched raders of the lost ark when i was younger. i was thoroughly impressed by harrison ford's good looks and was caught up in his fear of snakes (and how he looked so darned good while he was fighting them off with a torch)(i was fifteen and loved men in general). i was also creeped out by that one guy (remember him?) who burned his hand on that gold medallion and that's how they figured out where the ark of the covenant was (except it was wrong because he only burned the one side, etc. etc.).

i felt like him today (only a much less creepy and less german version).


remember that time i made stairs? i did that again this morning, forgetting that after you've drilled and drilled and drilled a screw, it's incredibly hot. this is the result.

no. i'm not lying.

don't read me.

It's 11:11 and I'm wishing it wasn't one of those nights where I needed a wish.

And I'm going to stop myself from continuing this post, lest it gets whiney, melancholy, depressing, etc. We'll just leave it at 11:11.

Except now it's 11:12.

Marvelous.

Writer's Block

I think my creativity has broken.

Usually I can pull all sorts of things out of thin air to write about, but after perusing through many poetic, inspirational, brilliantly beautiful blogs, I've become creatively disheartened.

Maybe not disheartened...just stuck. Maybe it's the eight hours of The Office I watched this week.