“Instead he contented himself with scrawling a note to Ron: Let's do it tonight. Ron read the message, swallowed hard, and looked sideways at the…
Year: 2005
My mother just called asking if she could get rid of my childhood, I mean crappy furniture in the basement. How can I say goodbye…
My digital camera is swell. As is my ability to take pictures with it in awesome lighting circumstances. My ability to paint my ninth grade…
What rolls down stairs alone or in pairs andRolls over your neighbor’s dog?What’s great for a snack and fits on your back?It’s Blog, Blog, Blog!…
Dear Inter-nets and life journal friends (why do I read so much?), Please validate my existence as of late: http://www.d.umn.edu/~aroos/newtest/ http://blog.lib.umn.edu/mwright2/iroots http://www.d.umn.edu/~inteduc/student04-05/ Ungh. I swear…
For some reason my deadjournal never disappeared. Because of that I will take the time to inform you that my mom gave her two weeks…
Last night I received a sticker and buttons (I write books) for being a NaNoWriMo participant. Internet culture, I heart you. My writing ability, I…
Slowly but surely, Chavs are entering American culture. Random friends and sisters have begun asking me to tell them about chavs. They're coming. Mullets aren't…
(I kinda wish livejournal used this Halloween color theme everyday. Dark blue gradients are a turn on). The Saatchi Gallery in London is closed, and…