Five sour creams and the filthiest car in the west: Why I’m pretty sure PhD school causes brain damage
Only a few people know (but I’m sure many could speculate) that one of my nicknames in life is Slob-ana. My dad …
Sayonara Sactown! (For a little bit anyway)
Headed back to Cactus Land tomorrow. Not terribly excited either. Turns out I REALLY like Mr. T. It’s good news, of course, …
Ta ta 2009
In just a few hours, we’ll be ushering in a new year and a new decade. While I appear to be in …
Semester wrap up (almost)
In four days, the first semester of my doctoral program will be complete. Unless I completely screw up, I will be between …
Agent Malvini’s nerdy grad school exploits
One of the more surprising things about graduate school is that group projects do not cease to suck even at that high …
Nerdfest 2009, aka Surviving the National Communication Association Convention
Preamble: I write to you from my awesome (like a hotdog) hotel room on the 21st floor of the Chicago Hilton. Although …
Wedding dresses, free giveaways, futons, photos and more!
1. If you’ve been anywhere near my exclamation point-ridden Facebook page, you’ll know that my ebay dress arrived yesterday and it is …
Another reason why I have to believe in karma
At the end of another endless Thursday–a day when I’m on campus for 14 hours or more–I found myself finally free. I …
PhD school one month progress report
Textbooks in bed. Cheez-Its in the fridge. Mayo in the cupboard. Toothbrush in the kitchen sink. Hubcap still in the entry way. …
A gym-piphany
After my rigorous cardio during which I read vampire porn (as T refers to the Twilight series that I’m reading now for …