Saturday, November 22, 2008 

from the archives

at the age of 12 my first boyfriend broke up with me.

his name was aaron.

he gave three reasons, which were communicated to me via a friend who he was seen holding hands with three days later. (gasp!)

they are as follows:

1. i talked too much about god.
2. i was boring.
3. i talked too much about the world ending.

obviously this kid was not destined to be a huge fan of independence day.

Saturday, November 15, 2008 

what a crazy week. i had to go into work at 5:45AM twice this week; pete rollins is in town, and i am crazy enough to be cooking for brunch on sunday. combine that with the fact that the semester is coming to an end, i broke my toe and flipped off a rude pharmacist. i still haven't taken my car in to get the belt fixed, which is just fine, seeing as how there is no way i could use the clutch right now.

no wonder i was in bed by nine on a friday night.

Friday, November 14, 2008 


Sunday, November 09, 2008 

Okay: One more

this was in the field behind the cemetery where my grandparents are buried.

yes, we did look inside.


More to come....

The whole day on Bolivar kind of felt absurd, just like this:

this is a block or so away from the Kohlmans' and my grandmother's place. 

i've got to work in a few minutes, but i will post more pictures soon. 

Saturday, November 08, 2008 

just in from the beach. pictures to come once i'm back home.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008 

shan is tired. it has been a long week of studying, reading, tutoring, and such. it has been so long since i have cooked: i don't even have a jar of pickles to snack on -- just a doorful of condiments and outdated milk.

but, but. this weekend she will see her family and drive a convertible and see her cat and see the beach.

i promise not to be eaten by an alligator. i promise to take pictures of everything i can during our day on bolivar.