You know you’re on Annandale Guard, 2008-2009, when…

1. You have subconsciously wondered what nickname you’ll puffy paint onto the back of your guard shirt

1. You feel an arbitrary urge to sign up for photo class next year

1. You know what it’s like to be a human disco ball

1. Emotions run from all extremes, such as ( Read more... )

'¿Cómo le fue?' my mother asks me as I walk enter my house. She may have asked me how I am, too. I reply, 'Good. I'm good.' I say so in such a way because seconds before I realize that my life is stabilizing as the lives of those around me fall to pieces. Perhaps 'life' is too much. It's likely that life never will be stable, obvious that parts of ( Read more... )

I wish busyness didn't suck the life out of me. There was plenty I could have done in regards to the anti-genocide movement. I'm currently in the process of finally writing that e-mail. I'm just peeved that I missed that Bus Boys Darfur Photo thing, as well as other various campaigns. I'll post the e-mail when I'm done because it provides lots of ( Read more... )

Kit-Kat recommends that I document my moods and the causes of them more in depthly. Sounds like a good idea to me. If I had to document today...
Rushed in the morning (oh, but the downside is that the documenting conflicts with my new goal (k, bf's and mine new goal) of being concise) because of trip planning.
Okay in the morning at USHMM before the ( Read more... )

I wish I had a bit more childhood. Just a bit. Enough that having an hour looking up things about my creepy obsession and searching for upcoming concerts won't throw me off track. But now is okay. I just gotta stick it out for the rest of-- my life.

edit 10:39 P.M.:
Okay as soon as I posted this entry I regretted the last line. I was going to say ( Read more... )