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I'm funny.

My school will be attacked by dinosaurs.

I am a proud student of Webster University. I love everything about my school, I really do.  There is just one thing that always bothers me.  No matter what time of year it is there is always some new construction project going on.  Webster always seems to be renovating, expanding, or building something new.

Now – this could be construction that will ultimately better our school and our learning environment….or it could be something else entirely.

Do you want to know what I think? (Who am I kidding, of course you do). Read more…

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Awkward romance.

I love romance, I really do.  I want nothing more than a guy to come up to me and say a whole bunch of that cliché romantic stuff.  Unfortunately, my only problem at that point would be that I have no idea what I would do if I actually met a romantic man.  I’m sure I can’t be the only one who has massive brain fart when confronted with romance, right? I’m not alone here?

I don’t know what happens.  I see a cute guy…they say hi…then my brain goes ERMAGAHD *twitch* Read more…

I’m back ya’ll

Let me say this as clearly as I can.  I have a problem. Multiple problems actually.  I’m bipolar (shout out to my type II’s!), have depression, a generalized anxiety disorder (which is a fancy way of saying that everything in general freaks me out), and usually all of that leads me into prolonged periods of not socializing, not doing my work, and being too afraid to leave my room.

Why am I afraid to leave my room? Because bad things will happen. Duh.

The problem is those bad things seem pretty logical at times.  Then again, I’m not a very logical person.  So you would think that I would know better than to listen to me.  But NOPE! Read more…

Part II: What a comedian really needs

There I was – Chicago bound on a long dark road through Illinois.  There was corn on my left.  There was corn on my right.  The only lights came from the faint glow of my GPS and the occasional passing car.  I checked the back seat – Jack was still there. Of course. It’s hard to break out of a truck without someone noticing.  His head bobbed up and down as he tried to sleep (and I’m pretty sure my erratic driving didn’t help either).  I checked my rear view mirror and saw my stolen shrubbery safely tucked in the bed. Ben sat beside me, and we kept trying to figure out what we were doing and what we were doing when we got there. Read more…

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