In Tuscaloosa on 18 August 2011 at 2:23 pm
I live in Alabama.
I moved! To Alabama. Hello, Sweet T!! [lit: Tuscaloosa]
Here’s to college-town living and grad-student life.
So far, all this means is eating Ramen noodles (waiting for FAFSA) & watching Gilmore Girls season 1 in a 3-day span. Sounds special, aye?
Snap Judgement: It’s not as bad as I thought it was going to be. It’s funny how you come to like cities because of the places you go; I was dreading living in a smaller town because of the place-deficit, but so far I’m realizing that even in small towns, there are places to go and things to do. What was I thinking? It’s not like you can be in two places at once.
In friday on 12 May 2011 at 9:44 pm
One week into summer, and I feel I’ve already failed one of my post-grad goals: my personal Friday column.
The idea: an disciplined attempt at well-crafted opining.
However that is not what this is. We’ll blame this week’s long list of errands (dermatologist, DMV), coupled with the week’s early hi-jacking from the stomach flu.
But this week I’ll start with paltry attempt at something I learned today. At a local magazine, touring the facility and glancing over their color-filled offices, over boxes of shoes and clothes and crafts for future photo sessions, I discovered that I’m doing the wrong thing. In trying to do sports, I’m proving myself wrong over and over again. Within five seconds, I unraveled a year of work to discover that I’m literally in the wrong place at the wrong time.
As much as I hate admitting this – I want to delete it and believe it’s not true – my year plus spent feigning a knack for sports has only taught me that sports isn’t for me. It doesn’t make me tick.
In MEmorial on 30 April 2011 at 8:46 pm
blogging my lack of productivity and failure at getting things done
Time to finish the thesis. Time to get her done.
Since I love a good time-waster, but hate the excessive social media poster, I will be featuring my paper play-by-play, right here, tonight, on this here lonely blog.
(And with hope, no one will ever know, despite its being on the Internet.)
So here we go.
30 April // 21:43 Time to start. I mean, I’ve had more than plenty of time – a whole semester actually – but it’s come to the wire and it’s time for me to go. My room is sparkling clean and my desk is clear, except for my lovely thesis folder and lovely pile of books. Pulling out the outline and working on the re-write.
Feeling: wishing I could think of something else to do
30 April // 22:33 Clarity of thought; wrote a good intro; know what I need to do. But now I’m bored and would like to a) do something else b) go to bed. Meandered around on Facebook, reading about the oxford comma, you know, the good stuff.
Feeling: twiddling my thumbs