Kinda feeling like doing an entry purge, going back and deleting shit that doesn't make any sense anymore (aka 90% of my entries from a while ago). I probably won't, though, since any mistakes I've made in the past should stand as reminders for how not to behave in the future ( Read more... )

...Actually, nevermind.

What I want to say is this: Life is beautiful.

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It's been a really long couple of days for a variety of reasons. I'm numbering shit to make it easier to mentally organize.

( in which i express my woes at the universe )

I saw this a while ago-- and I'm not really sure what's making me think of it now.

There's a part of my campus called the Sunken Gardens, and while they're not so much gardens in the traditional sense-- "Sunken Lawn With Palm Trees" would be more accurate-- they're certainly set a bit apart from the rest of campus, from the road that borders it or ( Read more... )

I have a love/hate relationship with big cities. Part of my criteria for choosing a college was that it be in or near a large city-- that was part of the love. I love the vibrancy and the lights and colors, the masses of people; I love the potentiality of cities, the way that anything is possible. Things happen that you'd never expected, you meet ( Read more... )

Okay bullet points.

• I've gone to all of my classes at least once. English is good but I feel like .. I don't need it ): I know it'll be good for me and I know it's a requirement, and it seems really like, full of myself to say, but I know I write well. I don't need this basics of writing stuff. She told the class this morning that we weren't ( Read more... )

AS A DISCLAIMER, everything in this post is my personal opinion, and I'm just .. writing it down to sort it, I guess.

I've been giving a lot of thought lately to what it means to be "genuine". I think that this has a lot to do with the fact that I'm going to college in thirteen days and I'm thinking about my friends, now, versus the friends that I'm ( Read more... )

This isn't really related to anything in particular -- sort of a train of thought spawned from a conversation with my mom yesterday.

I hate, hate hate hate -- and I don't use that word lightly -- the word 'faggot'. I hate it. It's rude, it's disrespectful, it's totally unnecessary, and I guarantee that if you use it around me, I'll lose respect for ( Read more... )

I forgot what I was going to write here originally, so instead, some thoughts on writing.

(Aw, my cats are play-fighting.)

I've been thinking this evening about why I write. There are about ten zillion answers, to be honest -- all the stuff I've ever spouted about evoking emotion, etc. etc. is all true, but what it really boils down to is this: I ( Read more... )