There is...the white star....of twilight....and the sky's clearer at days end.
Male choral. 7th grade? Was that right? That song is beautiful. Wish I could still find the tape of that performance. I suppose this sort of thing always happens as you are coming near the end. You start remembering all sorts of stuff. The end of another year. The end of another chapter. Cause this time, its time to get serious--or so they say.
I'm about to be a junior in college. And I know that everyone is having these same kinds of thoughts. How come college years seem to go by light-years faster than high school years? At one time, things didn't move so quickly. The days are long, but the years are short.
It came to me one day--amidst all of the indecision and the waiting around to see what was going to happen. Its about time to figure out what path I'm going to attempt to follow. And I decided that maybe the one that I was currently on, wasn't so bad. An english minor surfaced from somewhere. An english honors? Maybe a dance minor if I can work out something with those technique classes that I have NOT been taking. And a TCF major. I guess it was around registration time that I realized I couldn't continue to play with generalized classes. Core work is--for the most part--behind me, and every other class would be a waste. Time to get....serious?
But this isn't particularly one of those heavy and deep-thought posts. I haven't posted in so long. And certainly not anything of significance. And this is no stretch from that. But its the end of the year.
I spent the entire day in front of the computer. I'm attempting to humor my keyboard a little more. There are still e-mails to be written. There's a lot of laundry to be washed. My room's a wreck, but I'm planning on giving it a make-over before I allow myself to hit the sack tonight.
I baked bread pudding today. I bought a cook book and made myself a domestic lady. I've cooked all sorts of things...or three things...but things that I otherwise never would have made. Two of which, have been pretty successful. One of which is questionable and will probably find its way to the disposal when I come out of this lazy funk.
My computer-love-affair today is linked to my last minute search for an internship. Its time to get serious, now, kids. But I want to have fun...with my seriousness. I'm never going to be completely serious--I hope. So I'm trying to mix business and pleasure.
I'm in the midst of a 20-25 page paper for J. Wood. I've been reading Cosmos all day. I'm beginning to realize that every cosmo article is practically the same as that which was in the previous cosmo. Cosmo attempts to teach women about men and about sex...and in reality, probably complicates things more than helps. Its exhausting when swallowed in such large doses...Cosmo suggests that they have decoded a "Guy's secret language" and give you insight into "What he says, and what he really means". At first, this is fascinating and inspires hope--finally...I, TOO, can understand the secret language of the male. But as you continue to flip through the pages of six consecutive cosmos, it seems to get repetitive. The underlying theme being: women wrote this magazine...and while as they may have more personal experience than some...they really don't know much more than you.
Of course, this actually helps strengthen my paper. As soon as I figure out my thesis.
This semester has been very good. The classes which I assumed were going to kill me have been challenging, but not quite as consuming as I had expected. Except for, perhaps, Spanish. I'll be very glad to put that behind me. Outside of classes, life in general has been very bright and the future looks promising. I'm very grateful. Aside from the occasional snare, I can find little to complain about in any aspect of my day-to-day. And I hope the same goes for all of you.
Its crazy where we've gone and where we've come from, huh? Did you ever expect to find yourself here? Or there? Or whatever?
Mmm...good things are in store for the future.
I'm about to be a junior in college. And I know that everyone is having these same kinds of thoughts. How come college years seem to go by light-years faster than high school years? At one time, things didn't move so quickly. The days are long, but the years are short.
It came to me one day--amidst all of the indecision and the waiting around to see what was going to happen. Its about time to figure out what path I'm going to attempt to follow. And I decided that maybe the one that I was currently on, wasn't so bad. An english minor surfaced from somewhere. An english honors? Maybe a dance minor if I can work out something with those technique classes that I have NOT been taking. And a TCF major. I guess it was around registration time that I realized I couldn't continue to play with generalized classes. Core work is--for the most part--behind me, and every other class would be a waste. Time to get....serious?
But this isn't particularly one of those heavy and deep-thought posts. I haven't posted in so long. And certainly not anything of significance. And this is no stretch from that. But its the end of the year.
I spent the entire day in front of the computer. I'm attempting to humor my keyboard a little more. There are still e-mails to be written. There's a lot of laundry to be washed. My room's a wreck, but I'm planning on giving it a make-over before I allow myself to hit the sack tonight.
I baked bread pudding today. I bought a cook book and made myself a domestic lady. I've cooked all sorts of things...or three things...but things that I otherwise never would have made. Two of which, have been pretty successful. One of which is questionable and will probably find its way to the disposal when I come out of this lazy funk.
My computer-love-affair today is linked to my last minute search for an internship. Its time to get serious, now, kids. But I want to have fun...with my seriousness. I'm never going to be completely serious--I hope. So I'm trying to mix business and pleasure.
I'm in the midst of a 20-25 page paper for J. Wood. I've been reading Cosmos all day. I'm beginning to realize that every cosmo article is practically the same as that which was in the previous cosmo. Cosmo attempts to teach women about men and about sex...and in reality, probably complicates things more than helps. Its exhausting when swallowed in such large doses...Cosmo suggests that they have decoded a "Guy's secret language" and give you insight into "What he says, and what he really means". At first, this is fascinating and inspires hope--finally...I, TOO, can understand the secret language of the male. But as you continue to flip through the pages of six consecutive cosmos, it seems to get repetitive. The underlying theme being: women wrote this magazine...and while as they may have more personal experience than some...they really don't know much more than you.
Of course, this actually helps strengthen my paper. As soon as I figure out my thesis.
This semester has been very good. The classes which I assumed were going to kill me have been challenging, but not quite as consuming as I had expected. Except for, perhaps, Spanish. I'll be very glad to put that behind me. Outside of classes, life in general has been very bright and the future looks promising. I'm very grateful. Aside from the occasional snare, I can find little to complain about in any aspect of my day-to-day. And I hope the same goes for all of you.
Its crazy where we've gone and where we've come from, huh? Did you ever expect to find yourself here? Or there? Or whatever?
Mmm...good things are in store for the future.