So much fun yesterday! An all-day Fun Session with Leonard made Stockton more bearable, despite the fact that it was Expletive-Gerund Hot. So we played miniature golf at Golfland. He beat me narrowly. We both …

What else is there to do in Stockton, California, but write diary entries and emails, delay learning more Russian, get scared at travel advisories, read the work of dead white guys, and complain about the …

All of a sudden, I have a sense of style. No, it's not sudden. It's just surfacing. I hesitate to either say that it has sprouted, or that I was pushing its head down with …

I'm racing against a clock to clean, which I really don't want to do. Er, that is to say, I have to clean my apartment by the end of the day. But there is some …

I have very little right to accuse anyone of "selling out." But a throwaway parody bit on the topic still touches me. I'm not a baby boomer. I'm in college right now. And as such, …

I saw part of a movie, I read some stuff, I looked at some art, I gotta clean. I went on Tuesday night to see Satyajit Ray's movie Charulata at the Fine Arts Theater at …

I'm feeling low, what with the end of the school year, running out of chocolate, and having too much boring stuff to do. But at least I have fun friends. Funny how the two people …

"So puns have a slight aphrodisiac effect on me." "You mean they turn you on. Come on, use street language." "No! We are not on the street. The street is over there, beyond that plaque …

I took my last finals of the semester today. I turned in an extra-crappy paper for my "1939" class, and took my "California Politics" final, and now it's over, the whole semester, the whole year. …

That is to say, people who don't know me in person could probably safely disregard this. Information, I've read, is the decreasing of uncertainty. I don't know if that definition applies, but in any case, …