I don't actually know how to start this.

This is a post about me, and thinking, and me thinking.  It's as lame as that, and I am pretty sure you're a click away from some awesome BBC Merlin fanfiction.  Or your research paper.  So go over there instead.

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Somehow, I got the idea that thinking should make sense.  Somewhere along the lines of being a ( Read more... )

I think half the problem I have with having this journal is the ideal of regularity and chronology I have in my head. What this only means is that since my writing can't catch up with the events, I'd rather not write if it won't be a suitable recap of life and everything else around it. This makes me both an egotistical self-centered writer and a ( Read more... )

My mom, in the noble tradition of moms, attributes the following words to my sister and I during family prayer time: talent, talino.  She thanks God for our "talent, talino."

And in my head, I add: at ewan.  Talent, talino at ewan.

The "at ewan" there has been my loyal companion for who knows how long.

So, I'm attempting to realize things here ( Read more... )