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Recalled To Life

outtatime — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 17:01:58 +0000

I am resurrecting this blog. Maybe. Stay tuned.

Whose woods these are I think I know.

outtatime — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 03:57:40 +0000

His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep

Things Never To Do Again:

outtatime — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 14:27:02 +0000

Drink.

Ughhhhhhh.

Dear Diary.

outtatime — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 00:42:47 +0000

I’ve gone through my emergency NyQuil supply and my Amadeus DVD refuses to play past the part where Salieri says “From now on….you and I…are… enemies” to the crucifix hanging on the wall above his harpsichord, which I understand to be a hint that it might be time for me to reflect on some previously mentioned bad/really really bad decisions, i.e. this:

Hello, new arm! I wonder if you guys can see the file name? It’s “oops.jpg.” GET IT?

No but srsly. This “sick tat bro” balances precariously on some weird invisible line that probably only I recognize which exists between meaningful and totally impulsive/ridiculous. As funny as it would be to tell everyone that I basically got a tattoo as an excuse to cut my cognitive neuroscience class, the truth is I’ve been patiently waiting to summon the balls to get “inked” (read: tatoooed, but I was also hoping to get ink squirted on me by a defensive octopus – or do squids to that? squids? squid) for almost two years. I don’t need to defend myself by going into the “significance” of it, and besides it’s a secret so there!

Anyway, I like it and word on the street is that it makes me look “tough,” although as of now I have managed only to intimidate a nine-year-old girl taking ballet lessons in my office building and I can’t even think about telling my mom about it without peeing myself.

Is it really December?

About that tattoo…

outtatime — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 04:10:05 +0000

Yeah hi, I actually have it.

What the fuck.

Runnin’ from the law.

outtatime — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 13:59:21 +0000

So uh, now that I’ve just missed my train because I “had” to see the end of the Miss Bliss-era Saved by the Bell episode with the older transfer student (“Deke”) who can’t read, I assume this means that I should now update my nice-smelling new blog. (Question to consider before publishing: should I include the fact that I’ve already seen this episode – three times? Hm.)

This fall marks a record high for me in parking tickets. As of yesterday, I now have 4. I would say how much money that is theoretically going to cost me, but the truth is I’m not really sure because 2 if not 3 of them are overdue and I don’t know how much the fine goes up if you don’t pay on time, although I “should” know since I paid my last 2 parking tickets five months late. Just for fun, though, if I HAD paid all of them on time (I’m including the one I got yesterday because I already know I’m not going to pay it on time), the cost would be $175. Awesome! I would scan and proudly display them here, but I don’t want the police to find out (are parking tickets included in the Homeland Security Act?). Fark.

Are you there, Blog? It’s me, Jess.

outtatime — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:19:44 +0000

Dear Cyberworld,

Here I am, starting my fifth blog. It’s raining. The house smells like chicken. I want to go to sleep.

Do not expect anything better than this.

Testing!!!

outtatime — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 00:55:44 +0000

Wow, hey internet! This is sooooo great! I can’t wait to write in here more about my life, friends, experiences… well, everything!!!

See you soon!