Wonderland or Not

Patrick’s grand­father died so if you have time go show him some love. He’s on his way to Flo­rida as we speak. Isn’t that where all the grand­pa­rents live for at least some part of the year?

Regurg for this wee­kend
Post from May 2005
Pos­ted at the end of my sopho­more year.
Les­sons I lear­ned in college.

The deal
I ente­red college with the full expec­ta­tion of gra­dua­ting. The same expec­ta­tion was held by my family, there is no sur­prise or even undue pride in the fact. My parents’, grand­pa­rents’ and the lines on both sides for the gene­ra­tions attached to the afo­re­men­tio­ned rela­ti­ves all gra­dua­ted from college.
There is no grand heral­ding of …

“I’m flesh and blood, but not human. I haven’t been human for two hun­dred years.”
From Novem­ber 2005.
I was nine­teen, so give me some slack.
There will be more regur­gi­ta­tions to enter­tain you while I work on gra­dua­ting.
They will be pos­ted here in my much mis­sed side-blog.
This one is around the time I met Mizzy B and was guest …