tinplatedhero

Why is the best underwear always the most holey and well-worn?

Grad school is coming, and I can't wait. I'm just really, REALLY excited to start it. Sure, I'm a little nervous but I just really like school for some reason, even when it's a little crazy.

Maybe I'm a little crazy?

Without much else to do last night, I spent some quality time with my smoker, from around 7:30 pm to just after midnight. I made a pretty basic dry rub for the meat, and then put together a marinade using soy sauce, worcestershire sauce, Spriracha sauce, and some Hoi Sin sauce. When I'm cooking like this, I don't really measure anything. It's a complicated procedure...
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So, At the end of the day today, I will actually be able to say that I'm a college graduate.

I mean, I could say it before, but I'd have been lying. Now I can really say it. I should so get shithammered at some point in the future.

It's so weird. At this point I have two degrees, English and Psychology. And starting next...
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I've been accepted into the I/O Psych Master's program at UMSL as of yesterday.

I spent last night at a martini bar, drinking some delicious concotions with a very beautiful young woman.

Life could be better, but not by much. It would certainly have to involve great hoards of cash falling from the sky.

I should mention just how god damned hot it is when a woman reads excellent literature...

And the storms roll into St. Louis... thick, black clouds hang low in the sky, and lightning ripples from cloud to cloud.

Since I'm waiting on things to come in from work, I think I might just go stand outside to watch (and feel) it roll in.

Ah... storms.

Saturday evening, rain fell from the sky in a swift and powerful, but brief torrent. I'd spent my day with two friends in great pain, helping them through a very difficult point in their lives. As much as their pain was terrible for them, it was almost as painful for me, watching them in the throes of emotional discord, knowing that all I could do...
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I wasn't tagged. . . I just saw that someone else did it and I felt like doing it.

7 things to do before I die:

1. Get my damned Ph.D.
2. Eliminate depression.
3. Actually go on a honeymoon with Renee.
4. Have a social life again.
5. Learn another language to fluency.
6. Figure out what the hell I'd like to have tattooed...
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I hate D.H. Lawrence...

So this is me, curious if anyone actually reads what I write here. If so, I'll continue to do so, otherwise I'll spend more time on my other journal and just use this one to watch skin.