Error: I'm afraid this is the first I've heard of a "writeback" flavoured Blosxom. Try dropping the "/+writeback" bit from the end of the URL.
About Me
Nothing much of late. I go to class occasionally, I go to work, I play WoW, I sleep a lot, I don't do laundry or take out the trash.
I hate my apartment. A few weeks ago, I woke up to the sound of rain in the hallway again. I open my door to find the Fury of the Nile ride from Worlds of Fun has found its way into the hallway, the kitchen, and the living room. Apparently the upstairs neighbor decided to run a bath at 7am, then decided to make a sammich and forgot about the bath for 45 minutes while it flooded her apartment, and then mine, and then the downstairs neighbor in turn. Oddly enough, the downstairs neighbor was the first to notice. Then I woke up. Then the repair guy woke up the offending flooder by entering her apartment. Nothing was seriously damaged, but the walls are still damp three weeks later, and will likely mold and shoot out spores to colonize Justin and me in our sleep. We will then become the living dead, shooting out spores that will colonize all people we come into contact with. Pod people will reproduce at an exponential rate, silently conquering the world. All because of that fucking sandwich.
I enrolled again for the fall. Seems to be an exercise in futility, but it makes my parents happy. I know that there are benefits to getting a bachelor's degree. Going to class, working on projects, taking quizes and tests, succeeding. These things make me feel intelligent and worthwhile. But this feeling is fleeting, and I start skipping and failing, and it all seems futile. But I keep coming back for more. The classes I've chosen seem like fun, but they all do, in the beginning.
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