September 2010
44 posts
I'm back!
The flight(s) went well enough. I slept a lot, watched The Untouchables with Dad, attempted some sudoku and crosswords before falling asleep some more. Landed in Kansas City for the first leg and hopped, skipped and jumped to Chicago. Got a ride from Sean, checked out his super sweet condo in Pilsen, which gave me some insight as to what I want my future abodes to reflect or not reflect, dropped...
I might've been adopted?
My mother and sister have taken to lamenting, “Whyyy are you so weeeird?” It’s in good fun, of course, but it’s definitely increased in frequency.
The Final Countdown
Four days left, peeps. The Scoop: Let me give it to you.
Dad works a later shift, so he’s home until about 1:30pm. I have about an hour and a half before Emily, Caleb, and Mom all get home from school and work. I fill my mornings and early afternoons with the illusion of packing (I throw the things I want to take with me in the general direction of the two suitcases that lie open in the...
Trusty old jeans.
I’ve had them FOR E VER (Sandlot style), and I love them so. Even if they have a rip across the back of my right upper thigh. I think I’ll use a cute swatch to patch it up. Not a hey-guess-what-I’m-an-obnoxious-star-shaped-patch-drawing-attention-to-your-arse, but rather, a 70s floral print or something. Because I am A 70s Reject. On some days. Like today.
I don’t know...
Among the Siblings,
I am the Spider Slayer. This is just one of my many duties as the Older Sister, a role I’ve always resented and relished.
Wanna know a secret? I actually got a little homesick this past spring quarter. I know, I know. That scene from “A League of Their Own” just flashed before me eyes, during which Tom Hanks scolds one of his players armed with a degree of incredulity...
zomg.
Okay.
So we all joke about UofC kids not knowing what to do with summer vacation. Having too much to do all the time (mainly always having a paper due, like, tomorrow), but DANG.
I haven’t really had a summer until these past two, the two following the start of college. I’m usually away, usually in San Francisco, and usually dancing eight hours a day. I’ve had summer dance...
Sexy dancing? It's a science. →
One little slip,
and it’s a long way down.
