But I really only cry when I'm frustrated.

Now, I haven't felt a sadness like this in a long time... maybe not ever. It's a very strange combination of things, and not necessarily bad. It's one of those moments where you can see how you've changed, how you're changing, how maybe you're gonna change... And change is always sad, at first. I guess you ( Read more... )

Today, I feel light-headed and seem to perceive things with a distant sort of clarity of the kind I usually have, only without the desire to scream. I can't imagine being any farther from crying than when disagreeing, mostly silently, with my professor about Futurism vs. Dadaism.

As I eat my green jello (which I can't finish--it's been a long time ( Read more... )

 --I will be twenty-one years old ( Read more... )

Yeah, I know I'm spamming you guys this morning, but I really have a lot of thoughts going, and I prefer teh shorter posts, if you don't mind...;P

So, off of this me starting to grow up (or into my self, I should say) lately, I can't help but think how, even one year ago, who I was and what I thought about that were quite a bit different; how much I ( Read more... )

 Okay, here's the problem with starting on a rambly dealio--once you start really getting into a reflective place, you're already past the point of "oh, this is getting long, I should wrap it up soon...", sadly. Or perhaps not, depending on who you ask...

So, as per the money issues--I've just been really feeling, for the first time in my life, like ( Read more... )

So, I went back and reread this post, and y'know, kitashla, you're right--it was pretty hilarious. And I didn't even mention how the chain-smoking Bulgarian thought I was a girl and that the two of them were, at one point, pulling my hands in literally two different directions, fighting over me, like! Very flattering... And funny, in retrospect, ( Read more... )

Sorry about my last post... sometimes I can be a drama queen (which was the point); but I just had to get something out. I just get these overwhelming moments when I want to breakdown, cry, make a scene, and just generally wallow in depression... I think it's that I want to write stories or whatever about shit, but I can't, so it's not really ( Read more... )

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 It must be Whittier-stock out there... something about a band jamming like it's 1967 (or 1976, eh,
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So, in Philosophy today, almost everything Switzer was summarizing about Kant's moral theory got me thinking about the altercation with Zach on Friday night... I wondered if he was feeling that, or if he does not feel any moral conundrum. In which case, Cat is right, and he *is* a fucktard.

Of particular relevance is what Kant says about the " ( Read more... )