I just widened the sidebars of this thing so that people might potentially have a prayer of finding some of it…I still gotta figure out how to get a link to just an archives page instead of having all my bloody archives listed on one page. Meh. Bed.

Remember the construction workers that woke me up the other day? They were back this morning. With a backhoe. At 7am. When I had gone to sleep at 5am. Not only that, but after they dug a 3 foot deep trench, they simply slapped a steel plate over it and left. The problem with this ...

Since I can’t post images directly in the weblog, I’ll have to link to it: click me. I have to find out where to acquire that shirt.

I hate to dissappoint my News and New Media professor and TA (sorry, no embarassing story he wrote), but I have a dirty little secret: I’m not a journalism major. I’ve had to act like I was for the last few weeks, though. I weaseled my way into News and New Media, which is a ...

In addition to the many amusing birthday cards (and collages!) I got from friends in honor of my 21st birthday, I got birthday greetings from two corporations this year. Amazon.com, who know my birthday from a little wish list thing I made so I could keep track of the random crap I saw while browsing ...

I’m 21! Thank you very much to the people who have come to my Festival of Drunkenness this evening and thanks to those of you who have sent me your best wishes although you could not make it due to finals-related stressfullness. I shall purchase you some alcohol in due time 🙂 All is well ...

Dee Dee Ramone died. Putting on “I Wanna Be Sedated” as a tribute.

I would like to thank the city of Evanston, Illinois for deciding that reading week is obviously the best time to use jackhammers, backhoes, and other loud pieces of equipment early in the morning to fix some roads in the vicinity of numerous college students. Today was the only day I have this week to ...

Some days I’m thankful I have to edit from 11pm to 7am. Like when I come home to reburn a CD that didn’t work, and I discover that the girl upstairs from me, who is constantly yelling at me to be quiet, is having sex in a manner that I fear will cause the ceiling ...

I had to reattatch a towel rack earlier this evening, and as I finished screwing in the top screw, I heard the distinctive crrrrrack of the screw coming out the other side of the door. I’m really that much of a moron that I used screws greater than the length of the door to reattach ...