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in which real talk threatens to ruin our casual relationship.
I am going to do each of these things:
Wait, explanation is needed. We’ve already discussed my roller derby dreams. Tryouts are in November and I haven’t been on wheels in, maybe, fifteen years. I’d like to start my own version of training soon, but the next paragraph and the fourteen chapters following it [...]
in which none of you will care about this entry.
News break for some real-life advice here.
(That’s me this semester.)
If you are currently attending or planning to attend Rowan University in Glassboro, New Jersey, and are a Radio-TV-Film major or thinking of taking some classes from said department to fill out your credits, I will advise you of this: never take Film History and Appreciation [...]
in which we deserve better villains.
Remember those months ago, when I promised to get my large rear into shape and try for landing a spot on a roller derby team? Well, I’m sure you’ve realized that I haven’t done so. Any of it. I’m still pudgy and haven’t gone near a pair of rollerskates since, I’m assuming, some random sixth [...]
in which this explains why i don’t know how to make friends.
If you’ve known me well enough to have been granted access to my sad-sack ramblings (in real life) about my childhood, you’ll know that I’ve been missing and searching for a girl named Laura Danielle Hughes. After years of stalking through social networking websites, and casually mentioning her to those I thought might know of [...]
in which vimeo is a fucking failure.
Well, yesterday afternoon I recorded a little New Year’s Eve video for you two and a half readers. I talked about resolutions and my plans for the rest of the night, and urged everyone to say, “rabbit, rabbit” before saying, “Happy New Year!” for luck (a little trick I learned on Nick Jr. all those [...]