Pro is a No Go.
I’m seriously worried that when the professional camera guy gets all up in my face after I get my diploma, I’ll have one of those distorted crying faces and will be all red and will have tears streaming down my face. Attractive.
I’m seriously worried that when the professional camera guy gets all up in my face after I get my diploma, I’ll have one of those distorted crying faces and will be all red and will have tears streaming down my face. Attractive.

Andrew McMahon + the Hudson River = the perfect Sunday afternoon at Marist.

I want to move away after I graduate so badly. I wouldn’t mind living near the mountains as long as I could still be near a city (which is why I love Denver!). These mountains are in Wyoming, though, so perhaps I won’t move exactly there.
This guy and his daughters accidentally invented a cardboard box solar-powered oven that can get hot enough to boil water and bake bread. It could help save trees in developing countries where people need firewood, and it could help the millions of kids who don’t have clean drinking water by giving them a cheap source of heat to boil it. Amazing.
Obviously my goal is to be a literary star.
So I decided that if I don’t get a job right away? I’ll divide my time between home and Brooklyn and write the next not-even-close-to-Great American Novel. I’ll sit in the New York City Library or Bryant Park or the playground at my elementary school and just write. And I’ll figure out some way to make a living in the meantime that doesn’t involve mooching.