Textbooks for the upcoming semester, save for my Principles of Sociology textbook, and Persepolis for English. Maybe I can just pick that one up at Amazon. I’m not going to worry about it until the first day of class. Now all I need to do is go to Staples and get some notebooks.
I slept through the day, mostly because I took my pill way too late, but partially because I think I really needed the rest. And she absolutely backed me up on that. Which is absolutely why I adore her.
Okay, so I don’t think I did last year right, but eh. Whatever, right? Anyway, the first picture of 2013 is a screen-capped tweet from the infamous Wil Wheaton. Because the man SPEAKS THE TRUTH.
Voila. This semester’s grades. Not as spectacular as last semester’s, but you know what? I’ll take it nonetheless. After that bloody hurricane and everything else getting knocked out of alignment, I’m really surprised that I even gave a fuck there at the end. But I did, and I.. well, I didn’t knock it out of the park, but I’m on third, and that’s...
Handwritten page no. 73, in this somewhat personalized epic of, well, epic proportions. I’m writing this, not just for myself, but for someone else who is incredibly important to me. She knows who she is.
I saw this comic and, well, I kind of wanted to remake it. It made me think.
This was a Christmas card that I received from my very, very good, amazingly awesome friend from out west. I thought the card was cute, but hadn’t heeded the warning on the card’s envelope. And when I opened the card? The teeny tiny Keith Olbermann baseball card. This is the greatest piece of Keith memorabilia pretty much ever. Now all I need to do is meet him so I can get him...
The first two. We’ll see how these help me down… maybe not the road to recovery, but certainly the road to being, well, normal.
The beginnings of Winter Storm Euclid from the comfort of my parents’ house.
My Christmas swag included: a bubble wrap keychain, a small book of secrets, and The Beatles’ “Help!” digitally remastered on 12”. I’m not complaining. I got to convert the vinyl to digital and put it on my iPod Touch courtesy of my dad’s USB turntable.
My mother’s Christmas tree. What you can’t see is that the cat is eating the back of it.
I got one turntable and a laptop. And yes, they talk to one another.
So… apparently this is a thing. Which, y’know, I may have to go back to the store and pick up, just because it sounds quite interesting.
Welp, it’s after midnight on December 21st and I’m still here.
This should be the newspaper on Friday. Wil Wheaton tweeted this, and… if you don’t get this reference you need to get your asses schooled.
Sold back five textbooks, which cost upwards of $350, and got $80. Also, if anyone is in the market for a college algebra textbook, let me know. We can work something out.
And with this email, I finish the fall 2012 semester.
My college algebra final crib sheet. It’s supposed to be one 8.5” x 11” front and back. This is all I’m bringing with me. Well, this and my graphing calculator.
MapCrunch brought me here, somewhere in Denmark. And, yes. I did giggle.
The bulk candy section of the Country Kettle in Marshalls Creek, PA.
I honestly look like I got into a fight with my cat. Except… I don’t have a cat.
A postcard from the west coast mouse. Word. :)
I’m not really sure why the kid figured that these needed to posted all over campus, but I watched it happen. I watched him do it. It’s shit like this that makes me wish that I was 18 again. I remember giving a fuck.
I borrowed one of these from the school’s library for the sake of science. I won’t lie, I kind of liked it.
Faith in humanity restored!
This is how I roll, with my 13” MacBook, and an American history paper on Jefferson and how his legislation against a state religion helped to shape the country into a “less religious” nation. Or… something like that. I don’t know what the hell I’m writing anymore, to be honest with you.
These are MY Christmas miracle.
Given the dream I had last night, where I was jerked out of a sound sleep by a rhino charging out of the water and eating me, this actually makes a lot of sense.
This is the result of working on a 30-slide presentation for several days in a row, and sharing roughly two pots of coffee between three people. CRUCIBLE!
License plate I saw on the way to my mental health appointment this morning. I had a chuckle when I saw it on the highway, and was ECSTATIC when I pulled up behind him at a red light. Well, the light was red when I took out my phone, anyway.
In case a Carlson or two shows up (taken in the Newseum gift shop).
Another gem I found on our trip to Washington. This was in the parking garage that we’d gotten lost in.
Real Sudafed. Because that fake OTC shit just isn’t going to cut it. I didn’t have to sign a waiver, but I did have to show ID.
This was only the first of the pictures that I took at the Newseum in Washington, D.C., another field trip that we got to take thanks to the Honors Programs at NCC. And you know what? This one was absolutely amazing. A-MAZING.
It’s only acceptable on a Friday.
This here’s my brand-new refurbished bowling ball. And you know what? The thing fucking smells like a creamsicle. Hot diggity damn!
I put off studying, and put it off, and put it off, and put it off…. and look and what I got. A 94. I beat the average!
*sigh* And so it begins.
*sigh* You know, it’s shit like THIS Taylor. THIS is why you’re never going to find love. Because you’re like that annoying teenager who always, ALWAYS has to get up and cry about how your heart is always broken, and how the guys you’ve dated are all jerks. If you didn’t announce it to the world, guys wouldn’t be “afraid” to take a chance on...
I finally downloaded this game, and I’m like “Oh, it’s like Farmville in Springfield, this is going to be boring.” I’m kind of addicted.
Rather than sitting around and mourning, the entire family went out to the bar and got completely sloshed. I, however, had this. One drink. A Midori sour. I know it looks nuclear, but it’s delicious. And after this it was Coke and ginger ale all night. And a ton of money that I really should not have spent, money that I will most likely get in trouble for spending.
If you can do this, you get me.
Thanksgiving dinner includes: mashed potatoes, corn, baked beans, yams and marshmallows, cranberry sauce, biscuits, deep-fried turkey, and stuffing (under the turkey). This is a day where I eat things I don’t normally eat, and come away from the table feeling satisfied. It’s a day where I’m thankful for my friends and family alike, and thankful that I survived the previous...
The real question was: do I stay and rock, or do I go inside to my doctor’s appointment?
Don’t know why it tickled me to see/hear this today, but… I was tickled.
“So if you’re going to throw that sort of epithet at me, at least have the decency to call me Stalin.” #nanowrimo — Manda Bear (@PatTheBat4MVP) November 19, 2012
My dinner — tuna fish on white, and sour cream and onion chips. Because it’s easy to eat it in the car.
After the announcement that Hostess was going out of business, our fat nation went crazy. OMG NO MORE TWINKIES. This was the scene at the Stop & Shop in Somers, New York.
This… is a great game, and let me tell you why. This satisfies my wanderlust. If I feel the need to be somewhere else start to rise up, I call up this website and I go for a ride. Before I ended up in Slovakia yesterday I was in Andorra (and subsequently France). Places I will never ever go, places that through the magic of Google Maps and the Internet I can travel to.
Independence Hall Philadelphia, Pennsylvania