Thursday, January 28, 2010


Last night, we had craft night, which morphed into TV, cheese, and chat night, which was perfectly fine with me.

I really want to take a class in grammar because I am constantly confused about commas. Maybe I just need to watch a bunch of School House Rocks tapes. Conjunction Junction, what's your function? That would certainly be more fun.

Today, at lunch, we had two over-attentive servers. One was really cool, the other was super annoying. It's funny how fine the line is between comedy and obnoxiousness. And the thing is, the most annoying people are the ones that think they are funny. Maybe that's what makes someone annoying- their lack of self-awareness. At least I know when my funny isn't all that funny.

I am not sure what I'm doing with my stories. They're all these little vignettes, and they're not very expansive. But, I like to read pieces that are short, and I like to write that way too. I guess the point is, I'm writing. That is my goal, and I am doing it.

I noticed that my street is spelled incorrectly, the 'a' and the 'i' are switched around, engraved on the ground on the opposite corner of my apt. I also noticed that on Broderick, a '3' was engraved where the 'E' should be. I really can't believe these mistakes! I mean, I live on a main street, with an uncomplicated spelling. And 3, last time I checked, is not even a letter. Are these secret codes, inside jokes, pranks, or just urban bloopers?

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