So, I’ve been catching myself up on everyone else’s blogs, something I haven’t had time to do in quite a while, and the first thing I notice is how funny the people I know are. The second thing I realize is that my life is pretty doggone boring. At least, that’s how it would appear at first. I think it’s because I’ve been so preoccupied with school, that I’ve been…

Since I don’t have the energy or the will to write a blog right now, I’ll just post another of my class writings that I did a few weeks ago. “Fur and Bones” Shadow was the best cat in the world. Most people say that about their cats, but in this case it’s the truth. I’ve had other cats, and none of them compared. Even the ones I raised from…

So, what’s the rumpus? I’ll tell you… I got a show. By that, I mean that come next April, May, or June (I don’t know for sure which yet), I’ll be getting a solo exhibition for my photography at a local coffee shop. Pretty cool, eh? It was a very strange, and surprisingly simple procedure. There’s a decent little coffee shop down the street from our new place, and the…

For some reason, the archived comments on my blog no longer work. That kind of pisses me off, since I do have them there for a reason – I like to go back from time to time and read them. There’s not much point in having people write them in the first place if they’re just going to get deleted. It’s hard to find good service these days, I guess.I…

Tuesday, October 15, 2002 11:43 My day sucked. I hate groups projects/papers. I’m tired. bitchmoanbitchmoanbitchmoan But really, all this is true. Let me tell you about it: I get up, and need to write not only my portion of my psych paper (which really is dependent on other peoples sections), but three out of four of the other group members’ section as well, because apparently they’ve dropped off the face…

Here’s the first assignment I had to do for the creative writing class. Keep in mind, this class is really all about pure, brutal honesty, so some of what you see me write here (but by no means all of it) may be more than you ever wanted to know. Oh yeah… dad, I know you read this occasionally, so I’ll be waiting for your email. Especially in light of…

So much to say, and so little time. I’m actually not writing this real-time… that’s how busy I am. I have to grab every little minute and use it for anything I can squeeze in. Actually, this time it’s because my internet connection has been prematurely cut off by A (we can do whatever we want) T (because we’re a huge corporation that has absolutely no sense of customer service)…