I'm alive as of now. There is homework, and drama, and maybe sometime soon I'll be able to move back into my aptment. There are classes and time is running short on the semester, and yet there is still so much to do. Why do they feel the need to cram just as much into the first half of the semester as the second but expect bigger and better things? I still need to find and shoot a subject for my photo final- any suggestions? And now because I love this man, and no matter what he writes about he makes me feel, and expresses so wonderfully often what I am thinking and yet cannot express as elegantly Chris Rose:
http://www.nola.com/rose/t-p/index.ssf?/base/living-0/1163140885296570.xml&coll=1&thispage=1 and if that doesn't work
http://www.nola.com/rose